I was having one of those really tough moving days that you know are bound to come along but still piss you off nonetheless, when a neighbor stopped by just as I spilled an entire chocolate shake in the car. She has a first grade daughter born a day after A-Dog and she brought a gift.
She said she was debating between the gourmet cupcakes and a bottle of wine.
She chose the cupcakes but said she almost picked the champagne-flavored variety.
I almost kissed her on the mouth, but didn't want to scare her off on the first day.
Maybe I could get used to this after all....