Brain-sprain
Last night, my husband drove me down to Provo. (Have I mentioned that I don't like driving?) I left instructions with my oldest boys about dinner and bedtimes and a firm, 'Behave yourselves.' to the rest. Then, I sat back and relaxed while the Handy Man took the wheel. Well, relaxed isn't the best word. I sat back and tried to calm the butterflies that were dive-bombing my stomach. When I got to the library, I easily found the room. Inside, I began meeting my new friends. We sat around the table, getting to know each other and snacking on treats. (My husband thinks women can't get together without food. We can , we just prefer not to.) I tried, in my very best just-like-a-high-schooler-way, to fit in. I looked around at these women I've been blog-stalking, and wondered what kind of universal mistake allowed me to be there. We began reading our pieces and suddenly, my brain cracked. I have daily headaches, and they're something that I mostly ignore--back...