Cup of Coffee

I get restless when things stay the same, which is probably one of the blessings-in-disguise that God gave me as a kid. When you live in more than two dozen homes in less than two decades, it's good to be excited for those changes. Anyways, I was getting a bit antsy having the blog look the same for so long. Then a news button popped up one day to say there were new templates, so I looked. A few hours of playing around (it would have taken Todd a few minutes, but this is MY domain and he was NOT allowed to "show me how") and I found this. It's perfect because, well, this is my place to sit down and have a cup of coffee, figuratively speaking, with an adult, again, figuratively speaking.

There are days when I wish I could actually drink this cup of coffee, not decaf but the REAL DEAL (preferably from Moon Monkey with a white chocolate raspberry scone) and have a conversation with another adult that doesn't include "potty" or "Abby Cadabby" or "Mommy says..." or "Cooper Nash no!" Now, I feel like I can have my cake... er, coffee, and drink it too!