Ha! I was hoping you'd write, vw! Our projects dovetail.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
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Yeah, that's what I figured. We can help each other! I can't think of anything better than that. Plus, the projects are different enough in scope that I think we can each use the information very differently.
Poor Annabel, poor Susan. Poor Brenda! Is Lucy okay?
Exactly. I'm going more for the personal, life-transformative qualities, rather than the more technical stuff. I'm going to shop it to Real Simple and Oprah mags, and then if I get no bites, to the English Journal, with an educational spin.
I'm kinda excited.
She's good - needed some shots and stuff, which is why it cost so much. Still limping, but I don't think it's anything serious. The worst news is that we both need to go in for a deep cleaning and tartar scraping on our respective teeth. At least she gets to be put under.
Ok, Erin. Insent again.
Just talked to a nurse. We're supposed to treat the fever and keep an eye on her. She doesn't think it's the shots, because that should be accompanied by a rash, and it's not. If she still has a fever on Monday or Tuesday and it hasn't resolved into a cold or something, they'll want to take a look at her. But she didn't sound too worried. She even said we could go ahead and take her to the baseball game tomorrow as long as she doesn't seem too sick/unhappy in the morning.
Susan, that sounds like the most practical answer. Here's hoping baby aspirin does the trick.
erin/vw, I sent erin a response to her request. I don't think I participated in vw's original survey. Feel free to share the information and if vw needs anymore from me than what's in the e-mail I sent erin, let me know.
Jen, you are so doomed. Sorry about the tough week.
It was surreal. I was just sitting on the couch with my comfy throw, drinking my coffee, when the parents come into my nice clean apartment with armfuls and armfuls of stuff. I just didn't understand what was happening. It wasn't until they started to leave, and the older one started to cry, and they said "It will be ok to sleep over here, don't be scared!", that I finally figured out what was going on.
That is just wrong, Lilty.
{{{Annabel}}}
Annabel is taking a nap now. Poor kid. She looks younger when she's asleep. Like most of the time she's a toddler, but when she sleeps she's a baby still.