My Shirt Doesn't Fit

Just like that, 2011.  To keepers of journals, those things really matter.  I used to relish the first entry of a new year.  My journals don't keep so well anymore.  Entries jump from one really devastating/brilliant/milestone kind-of-thing to a grocery list and then fast forward to some doodles of ways I should wear my hair since it's long.  All those things you think you would do with your hair if it weren't short.

These days are full of buying carseats and making fun of how big they are, for someone so small.  And snow, lots of snow and slush and rotating the car and making Trail wear her booties from the AT so the salt doesn't stick in her pads.  Also we got a washer and dryer.  It revolutionized our life and we are never moving, no matter how many babies or dirty dogs or sets of sheets we have to wash.

Also

my shirt doesn't fit.