We are in, baby! Into the preschool with the the less than stellar “playdate”!

Yippee!

Hooray!

Dancing the happy dance in front of the mailman!

Dancing the happy dance in front of our sitter!

Crying tears of joy while I hug my confused daughter!

Calling everyone I know, most of whom don’t care!

Celebrating over adult beverages tonight with some of my favorite local blog friends turned real friends!

Dancing the happy dance with the dog!

Whooooooo!

Now I just have to figure out how the hell I pay for it.