TGIF

I can't pretend Time Bomb diabetic isn't sucking the life out of me; I feel like this entire week has been phone calls and emails in relation to her. It's made me particularly thankful for my younger kids that are always good for a laugh. I asked Spitfire diabetic, who is 9 going on 29, if she was dressing up for Halloween. She scoffed, and when I asked why, she said, "That's what stores are for." Because what silly kid goes door to door asking for candy when you can just buy it yourself at a store?