What else can I say... My Katherine

I tried to write about this the other day in a different way so everyone wouldn't see 2 headlines every time I wrote about something. It's probably pretty easy to figure out IF I HAD TIME. However it didn't workout the way I planned and I was to bummed out to write the whole #@#$ post again, thank-you very much! The basic story was that I had taken Katherine to a birthday party over the weekend in Ybor City to Gameworks. I COULD NOT find a place to park and when I finally did it was tight and I scratched the wheel of my HON-DA. I say HON-DA like an old boyfriend of mine used to say MER-CE-DES. He couldn't say "the car"... no, he had to say, "I'll be over to pick you up in the MER-CE-DES. Did I mention that the Mercedes was his mothers and it was 7 years old? Anyway very upset that I scratched the wheel of my HON-DA. I went in and took this great picture of Kat. I really took the picture of the whole group but afterwards I cropped it down to Kat. I took a picture of the group for the girl's birthday present and went to Walgreens to print it out and their picture maker wasn't working. I left and went down the street to CVS. Once at CVS I discovered I had left my WALLET in the buggy at Walgreens. And this wasn't just any Walgreens either! It was the one at the corner of MLK Jr BLVD and Nebraska Ave. For those of you reading not living in our area I'll explain : The street everyone refers to where you can pick up prostitutes and crack, UNDERSTAND? ...and I left my wallet there with a bank card that could provide lots of fun to someone not paying bills. I prayed/screamed/cried all the way back over to Walgreens. I said the same prayer over and over, "OH GOD PLEASE! When I pulled up into the parking lot I saw that God not only answered my prayer but he showed me how much he was listening to a prayer I couldn't even finish. There was a sale ad wrapped around it to hide my wallet, one that wasn't even in the buggy before! God knows what I am thinking before I say it..
I dropped Katherine and Matthew off at school earlier this week and as we drove off I had to slam the breaks of my HON-DA. Gabriel had taken off his seatbelt as he usually does (12 times) and he fell out of the seat and hit my chair. My first thought was it was something in the back of the HON-DA, but then he started whining and saying, "YOU OK?" I always say this to him when he gets hurt but now he was saying it to himself. I ask you people, ARE YOU OKAY?