Roses and Thorns

O: Roses and thorns. I go first. My rose was when you left me at school, and my thorn was when you picked me up. 

We have been up at 4:45am almost every morning. The laundry is piling up. The house is mess. O has been sick all week. P is teething.  Jim has been insanely busy at work. I am trying to catch up on everything I put on hold to open a show. Even the unflappable brown dog seems to be a little out of sorts. 

And...

 Oh, my god, you guys, my dress is purple and ruffly at the same time!?!?

Oh, my god, you guys, my dress is purple and ruffly at the same time!?!?

this happened today.

So, roses and thorns.  But mostly roses.