Oh hallelujah! The cliche reversed and The Calm came after The Storm.
Monday I took Izzy for a follow-up with her pediatrician. A-Okay! The bite did not go entirely through her tiny tongue and I got to stop giving her the antibiotics which she flat refused and were only preventative anyhow.
The good news from the doc was a start and I let the soul cleansing commence. My friend Mary and I hit our favorite thrift stores. I scored the most fabulously mauveish-nude colored lace trim for $0.75 and a McCall's magazine from 1970 with a Thanksgiving Betsy McCall paper doll and a Campbell's soup kid add inside for a quarter! I was doing a little dance for only spending $1 total.