The Royal Wedding

I don't understand what this country's obsession with the royal family is. I mean, all this non stop coverage of the wedding. Forget about the storms that just swept the south, killing numerous people. Last time I checked, we fought in this little war so that we wouldn't HAVE to care about the wedding. Well, I suppose that WAS before the invention of satellite

So today, when I pick Wyatt up from school, I will have a surprise for him. I'm bringing Tank. No, I'm not driving a tank, I'm bringing Tank. A dog. Yes, yes, we got another one. I thought we'd go to the animal shelter so Wyatt could see how much work a puppy is, since he's been asking for "his own dog". I didn't count on them having a dog with bright blue eyes "Just like mine, Mom!!!" Sigh. At least it's a chocolate lab. Pics to come. Yes, feel free to stamp "sucker" on my forehead.

So in 4 weeks and 2 days, Randy is moving back to PA. I think, now that there's actually a date, it's really hitting me. There is part of me that will be relieved, Wyatt and I can finally move forward. But there's a pretty big part that is sad too. Randy is really a good guy. And my marriage is going to be over. That's a bitter pill to swallow.