Can you see the tiny hand sticking up out of the paper? C'est moi! (That's me.)We're getting the edges of what was hurricane Noel today.
The new autism blogsite I'm designing is coming along nicely. Guess what! When it's complete, if you like what you see, you can ADVERTISE on it! Swear to God. Just like Perez Hilton except without the crotch shots and a drunken Britney Spears every other day and the owner with pink hair. We do both share a penchant for men though. (I guess that would be a singular "man" for me being married an all.) I'll post the news next week when we're up. If you want to advertise to the autism world, we're your ticket to riches beyond your wild dreams! (All claims are slightly smaller than they appear.)
How was your Halloween? OK here. We're on a busy street. Doorbell rang twice. One was a carful of kids from Bridgeport. Can you imagine driving with your Mom for candy? Half the fun was walking the neighborhood in the dark and pulling pranks. Not around here. Too busy. I brought a note over to the 55+ condos next door on the 29th asking if Gianna could Trick or Treat at 7pm. I even gave them the candy. So she got to knock on a few doors.
How do you explain to a child with autism that on ONE night of the year you knock on a door but you do NOT enter the house? Get back to me on that one, won't you?
Off for a pizza splurge at Frank Pepe's. Enzymes packed? Yes. GFCF dinner packed for Bella? Check. Pizza cutter packed so I can cut the pizza into tiny pieces for Mia? Check. Ordering a Moretti Italian beer? Check. Check. Check.