So by all rights, I’ve had a banner day. First, I have officially matched all of our Chinese waiting children – hooray! – and in only about 2 weeks! (This group included a little boy that is almost 4. I was worried that it would take a while to match him. The mantra of adoption is that “families wait for girls and boys wait for families.” A great family has committed him – yay!) Second, I chaired my last meeting of the Adoption Agency Council of New Jersey today. Yay – one thing off my plate! (Love participating but chairing took more time than I expected ’cause my co-chair disappeared on me.) Third, we hired a person to manage our SWAN program and she’s starting in July. Yay – another thing off my plate! Still riding high off hitting the 30 pound mark this weekend too. Yep, after a year I’ve finally lost 30 pounds. My weight loss totally stalled around the holidays and earlier this year but I’m trying to get back on track now. Ideally I’d like to loose another 10 pounds but I’m setting my sights a little lower for now – goal is just to lose each week.
However, my banner day appears to have been sullied by a good, solid case of “cranky pants.” (That fun little phrase is one of several that I learned from Jenny and it is gets a lot of usage in my daily life.) Yep, woke up grumpy, spent the day at work grumpy, and came home grumpy. Unfortunately, Pete apparently decided to put on his cranky pants today too so, um, we’re taking a minute to cool off. Of course it didn’t help that we tried to have nice dinner out that was spoiled by live music that was waaaaaaay too loud for a restaurant. Decent singer-songwriter-stuff but would have been much, much nicer at a lower decibel. Service stunk too – blond airhead that took our drink and appetizer orders and then came back to see if we wanted anything else and tried to hand us our check. Um, could we have some dinner to go with the appetizers?? Bonehead!
So now I’m relaxing on the couch, listening to the thunderstorm, venting to you, and having a little “Buffy” therapy. Yep, we’re working our way through the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series again. Unfortunately, I’m working my way through the part where Buffy’s mom dies. Mmmm, depressing. Okay, enough venting for now… 
