(Don't deny it, Mom: you let her play with a jump rope at 10:00 at night, and then you gave her ice cream. Way to make me look like the Wicked Witch of the West Ward, there.)
I'm too tired to grump about it, really -- I just want my stinkin' hour back already, and also I would really love it if my house did not at present smell quite so much like basement and wet litter box -- so here are some pictures of Shae practicing somersaults on my sofa. You're welcome.
(The matching shirt-and-afghan combination are purely coincidental.) Gotta say, she's made great progress in the last 9 months. I mean, I'm not crazy about the fact that she comes thisclose to kicking my monitor off my desk, but her form is definitely much improved. And I really can't blame her for not wanting to do somersaults on a hardwood floor, can I?