Things that just kill me

In a bad way: taking the Hatchling to the Dr.'s office for her 18 month checkup and watching her struggle, so hard, to keep it together during the appointment. And then when she got too scared and broke down, watching her try so hard to get her brave face back. It just KILLS me.

In a good way: Mr. Squab bringing home a beautiful bouquet of roses and lilies for me after I was a total bitch to him on the phone about how much I hate having to take the Hatchling to her checkups. The flowers smell really good. JUST LIKE MY LOVE FOR MR. SQUAB.