I became aware of it when Jane threw it at me the next morning, before stomping off yelling, "You forgot!" Ohhhh, maaaannnn. I felt bad. Real bad. Man, I love that girl. She's feisty--man, has she been feisty lately. But her heart! There's nothing like it. And don't you worry. Last night, I made sure to more than make up for my oversight the night before.
One more thing. Just in case I don't get a chance to post a new entry to my blog before Friday (I still have to chronicle my summer vacation for you, after all), I need to remind you about our Dance Party this Friday at 7. There will be dancing--just dancing--and we will have a ball. So let me know if you will be joining us, so I can plan accordingly. We're counting the days.... :)