So, in line with the previous blog post, I'm gonna keep it personal.  Since you already know my age, it will come as no surprise that my biological clock has been ticking.  TMI?  TBY (too bad, y'all)!

I think it really all started with The Blind Side.  Let's blame it on Sandra Bullock and her adopted son in the movie who happened to kick major ass at football.  I cried.  My heart broke and then yearned for another child to love.  But guess what?  Bobby had already had THE surgery.  At my insistence.  I mean, I even sat in the doctor's office, reading my Nylon magazine while the thing happened just in case my crafty husband decided to shimmy out the window to avoid the pain/celebrate his manhood.  But one year later, I was really channeling my inner Angelina and thought hard about adoption.  Bobby wasn't up for it.  We had already had THE discussion of having more kids long before, and he had filed it away and moved on.  But I hadn't.  I thought I had, but I am human, and well...a woman.  It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind, and GOSHDARNIT, I've seen those billboards on the way to Houston and IT CAN BE REVERSED!!!

But no.  It can't in our house.  So instead, since I really felt like I had an abundance of love to give, I decided to rescue this precious creature through the Collin County Humane Society.  God loves a terrier, and so do we.  Meet Miss Hazel Nutt Mefford.  I couldn't have asked for a more delightful fur daughter, and honestly, Bobby and Millie and even Noopsy are JUST as crazy as I am about our Hazel Cakes!