The black pit of despair

I am currently vacationing in the black pit of despair, the hellhole I visit at least once every book, where I'm sure I'll never finish it. I keep calling out to random passersby to throw donuts down. Maybe I'll survive, just rounder.

We confirmed the number of guests for my daughter's seventh birthday party at the dreaded Chuck E. Cheese. I'm making goody bags for the parents that involve sample packets of Tylenol and airplane-sized bottles of booze. Seriously. (And, also, how is my baby turning SEVEN?)