I survived.

I made it through my first day back at work. I thought about Martha every second of the day, but I didn't cry.

She's starting to fit into all of her clothes now, so she's getting dressed up for Granna every day. Today was a pretty green dress with flowers on it and a bumble bee on the butt of the bloomers. Could she be any cuter?

Funny how at home I could go all day and forget to eat, but as soon as I start back to work I need a snack at 11:00 just to hold me over to lunch at 1:00. So stupid.

There are rumors of a DSC (Decatur Social Club) reunion on the 25th. DSC was where I spent every single Friday night from midnight until 3:00 in the morning for probably a year. This reunion could be really awesome or really lame. Either way, I have to go.