Worry.

I won't let the blog turn into a place where I whine every day.

Thanks to Dan for being the target for all the whining.

Mom, Gabe, and Max accompanied me to get my root canal capped today.  They spent most of their time walking around the toy store next door.  Max loves balloons.  He can say something that sounds like, "Boon."

I've been slacking off on the party preparations, but I need to pick it up.  The fear that I might be a ticking time bomb is overwhelming.