Monday Sucks

So, Ajer comes in to give me a hug and I notice a chocolate milk mustache and I say, "You're getting a mustache!" as I wipe it away.

"You're kinda getting one too, mom."

[Balloon deflates here]

Ajer continues, "No, you are, you really are."

Did I mention my birthday is this week and I'm not looking forward to now being categorized as a late-thirties, or upper-thirties... wait, can I still say MID-THIRTIES? Thirty-six is still kind of in the middle isn't it? Please, please, please?

So, Ajer's comment was the first of the morning.

Next up, Tukey comes downstairs.

I reach for him and tell him to come over to the couch so we can cuddle.

Whiny-just-woke-up-voice says: "We always cuddle. I don't want to."

[Second balloon deflates here.]

Can't wait to see Diva when she gets up. I might as well pop the third balloon right now and get it all over with.