Its a blue text kind of night/morning. For some reason I have turned into a night person. Thankfully I am also a day person too. That makes for a somewhat sleepy mid day. Things are going well in the Clark-McCullough household. Will and Dean take out the trash and the recycling....with tons of seemingly teenage grumblings but they do it and that is what counts. Annabel says she is 7 when anyone asks how old she is. This always makes for wonderful grocery store banter with the adorable granny types who we love to talk to. After Annabel announces her age the shocked older lady looks at me with eyebrows pointed and almost always says, "REALLY, Wow!" but I am 99% sure they are thinking in their head, "She could be 7 but she is awfully short...poor pretty little girl".