The sun is shining, and I get to see friends at MOPS this morning. I'm pretty sure the kids are going to be really, really obedient and do whatever I say. Troy will get off on time, and be home in time for dinner. And since he'll be home, he'll say he's going to make dinner for us. And then someone will drop a million dollars off on my doorstep.
Oh well, at least I can count on the first two.