I ran an errand with my son today (we had a date, aww. He's a cheap date, too. We went to Taco Bell for lunch.) and opened up the console between the two front seats to hide a gift we bought for his sisters and found one of my journals. WHERE THE MISSING CHAPTER WAS, HANDWRITTEN. *FIST PUMP OF HOORAY-NESS!*
OH. MY. GOD. I am so relieved, I can't even start.
I just bought a massive dry erase board and I'm going to whip this puppy into shape and be organized. (I took a book out of entrenous88's book - that was a suggestion she gave me months ago, whoops!)
Off topic, but funny to me: my 11 year old daughter went with her BFF to see "Twilight" yesterday. (I know. Fortunately, well... just keep reading. They had free tickets, btw.) She texted me as they were leaving the audience:
#2: "Worst movie ever. 'i cant control myself around u.' weirdo!"
Me: "I TOLD YOU SO. It sucks, right?"
#2: "Seriously. 'i like 2 watch u sleep, its fascinating.' GROSS."
(Make sure you read that with the appropriate pre-teen eye roll/weight of the world sigh in your voice for full effect.) That kid is going to turn out alright. :D