Oops, I Did It Again...

... but this time it did not involve a puke-ladened taxi or a 23-year-old groper.
But another day in the life of Stephanie has magically disappeared due to circumstances well beyond her control. And I'm feeling like a lousy spouse, a lousy mother, a lousy person because of this.

Scott has named my disease. It's classified as A.C.S.

Acute Chardonnay Syndrome.

More later, when the shakes stop.

(And a big shout out to all of you who have offered suggestions on getting pics up here, and for all you guys being so great!)