Mike's Mojito.
Melba toast and Laughing Cow cheese.
Laptop, phone, TV remote all on my bed with me. Ahhhh. Life is good.
It's 6:23 pm. Listen, sometimes a girl needs to call it a early night :) This balloon boy story totally wore me out (I'm so glad he was found safely in the attic, but is anyone else cynically suspecting the parents of seeking cable TV fame? Former WifeSwap contestants? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
Another reason I am tired: yesterday, Sam fell and hit is face on a cement step, and to quote one of the witnesses, "he was a tiny, little, sad, curly, bloody hot mess." And that same little mess curled up with me and slept all night in my bed with two wet washcloths. A very early dentist visit this morning, and aside from two extremely loose baby teeth, a giant fat lip, and lots of small cuts and bruises, he's fine. Apparently, however Sam fell, he did it exactly right. As most of you know, he learned that skill from his mother.
Six days of 'cillan,
Five bloody washcloths,
Four drinks of Yoo-hoo,
Three trips to Drug Mart,
Two new Lego sets
And a junior chocolate Steak-n-Shake shake.
And on that note. . . I'm calling it a night. :)
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