Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Thanks, Sophia. He's a little teensy bit warm today, and I have to keep telling myself that doesn't automatically equal e.coli infection and automatic kidney failure. He says he feels (and in fact is acting) perfectly fine.
It seems like it must have been a wad of wet toilet paper...
Yes, actually we've been leaning toward baked potato remains that probably fell off his clothing.
Also, I am finally back at work. My foot is still swollen, but it hurts tons less. I wish I could poke a hole in it and let all the water or plasma or whatever the hell is in there out, though
You poor, poor, woman. Is it more swollen, or the same or less? Are you supposed to be back, already?
Lee! Hi! How does the office moving go?
Ummm... I've thrown away some stuff.
I have until next Thursday though, so I should be good.
Cindy, your IWW,AS,ALLAT,SISI story gave me a feeling of 95% OMG! and 5% uncontrollable giggles.
t tongue-in-cheek
So, I found this thing on my desk... it's white and square... I don't think it looks like a tooth... can you ask Christopher if I should swallow it?
t /tongue-in-cheek
I loved and was horrified by your story in equal measure. However, I have to leap to Christopher's defense. This incident is no reflection on Christopher's smarts. I maintain is quite possible for a six-year-old of an, um, inquiring disposition to pop something in their mouth that they later realize is wrong. Like maybe when they are being taken to the hospital.
Signed
At a Book of Matches at Age Six
I have to confess that I was at least 6, but I think older, when I drew on my parents' sofa. It had a geometric pattern! I had a pen in my hand! I was just adding to the pattern!
So, not eating wrong things, but still really really wrong nonetheless.
I was five when I put my hand in the blender, just because my mother told me not to and then put my sister in charge of making sure I didn't when she left the room.
I was five when I put my hand in the blender, just because my mother told me not to and then put my sister in charge of making sure I didn't when she left the room.
Perkins wins points for the double whammy of defying her mother and getting her sister in trouble!
I stuffed a gazillion toothpicks into the car ignition when I was 5 ish.
And as to how you can make the stories haunt your child forever: my mom's been interviewing with principals this past week. The one today she's known since I was a toddler, and I know the woman too. How did she prompt my memory? "Oh, she's Garrett-with-the-beans-up-his-nose's mom. You remember her now?"
And I do. I can barely recall the child who I buddies with at that preschool, but I remember Garrett-with-the-beans-up-his-nose. He got a lot of them up there. It required a trip to the ER where the staff was just amazed at the number of beans in his nose.
Baked Potato remains sounds right, too.
The foot was MUCH less swollen yesterday-- almost normal. Today, I think because I have been upright all day and walking about, it is swollen, but not to anywhere near the size it was, say Tuesday night into Wednesday. At that point, I seriously thought my foot would burst
