My apologies to my dear friend, Jacque Cousteau

This person reads my blog. This person is my dear friend. This person is also the coordinator of MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers, in case you wanted to know). This person called me this morning, telling me so many times that I didn't need to worry about coming to MOPS tomorrow, because (and she didn't say this ... this is me talking) I was bi**hing so much about going.

Jacque, I WILL be there. I WILL have a smile on my face. I WILL help you.

I am terribly sorry for making it sound like going to MOPS was akin to going to the dentist for three root canals. It isn't. Maybe one, but definitely not three. :)