There once was a girl named Rose
Sweet sonnets of love she'd compose
But when she recited
Love stayed unrequited
And she blamed the men that she chose

Ah, poor Rose. Ever the optimist in herself, she is doomed to forever be disappointed in others. She needs to change, but who will convince her of her folly?

I only know two people, no three, named Rose. None of them compose sonnets.

Kris and I are going out on a date tonight. I noticed that the church/school where Owen attends is hosting a "Parent's Night Out" so I called and reserved us an evening away. I had seen their sign before but assumed it was strictly for their church members. Silly me...why would they put it on their sign if it were just for church members? That's the logic that finally hit me this week, so I called. It's a pretty good deal and convenient for us as well. So...be happy for me. I am.