Hi dear Beverly! My doctor friends tell me that this cardio guy has the mad skills if no common sense. They have both now let him know they have a personal interest in Bob in hopes that he will think a bit before he opens his mouth.

I've clearly lost my mind. My guilt over working a zillion hours and being gone and being an absentee parent resulted in my letting Bobby have 2 friends over tonight and Brendon has 1 friend over. So I have 5 younger boys and one over tired and stressed DH. And I just want quiet and to go to sleep. Such a bad plan.

I've told them that if they are quiet I won't know they are awake. Ugh. Time for earplugs.

All~da~right~answers~ma headed out to you Emily.

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BEVERLY!

I got damn near nothing to report, other than that Matilda is cutting her third tooth, continues to refuse to sleep the night through, and has added prunes to her roster of preferred food items. Also, Emmett is still doting.

I must also shamefacedly report that today I managed to mail neither a long-promised package for Jess and Fone Bone and Dylan, nor a small present that's been patiently waiting to be sent to Tep since two months before her previous birthday.

You've been much missed. I'm feeling weirdly blue about how long it's been since I've seen anyone but localistas (and not even enough of the localistas lately, though that'll be remedied somewhat tomorrow). I think of you whenever I walk past a really gorgeous Victorian I haven't seen before, and I think, "Hey, I need to remember where this is so I can drive Bev past it the next... oh. Damn."

eta: And all the ~ma I can muster to you for the tests, Emily. I was always better at taking tests than doing any actual work, so apparently my test~ma is unusually potent. And now you've got all of it headed your way.

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How about race car driver?

Oh! Cute kidlet Jane!

ION, I'm a complete dumbass sometimes. I have cough varient asthma and as such, can sometimes have coughing fits for no apparent reason. Last night, I was hacking up a lung and was hacking up pink stuff. I freaked thinking I was coughing up blood. Then I remembered I had just eaten a red velvet cupcake.

meara read this to me earlier as I was pretending that I had vacuumed before her impromptu slumber party and I laughed again on reskim.

So I'm spending the night with Cass

A moron, or an evil genius. You be the judge.

I don't know. I don't care. I gots me a meara! Which at the moment is Two Chicks on the Couch with Laptops. And the theory of watching a movie if we'd just stop showing each other clips on YouTube and flickr pictures. So maybe movie.

There was, however, a semi-useless but adorable waiter who really needed to be part of shrift's harem. (Whaddya mean, shrift doesn't have a harem? She SHOULD!).

I am boxing him up to send to shrift, I think. She'd like him and make him do teh sex with other cute boys. And I think he'd be happy with the arrangement too.

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Tons of test-ma, Emily.

Beverly! Good to see your font.

Sounds like a lucky mistake, meara.

JZ and Hec, sorry to hear about the teething woes. I hope Matilda is sleeping peacefuly tonight and that you both are too.

I have the evil insomnia and a splitting headache.

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I hope Matilda is sleeping peacefuly tonight and that you both are too.

Phew, me too. I only got three hours of sleep last night so I'm wiped.

The only thing tolerable about being up from 4:30 to 6am with Matilda last night was that she wasn't whiny or fussy. Just very alert and active. Of course, she'd been whiny and fussy from 2 to 4:30am.

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The one good thing about insomnia tonight is I'm catching the end of the Red Sox game. I haven't caught any of the very late west coast games this season.

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Once we got past the cardio people who kept saying "He's too young to be having a heart attack!", we've dealt with some terrific cardiologists. Dr. Wang deserves his own place in the pantheon of heart gods, for coming out himself to bring me into his surgical room after an "oops", then for going up himself to fetch Hubby's personal items after Hubby was moved to Cardiac ICU instead of back to the normal hospital room. The next day he popped his head into Hubby's room at midnight, after his last procedure, just to check on Hubby's progress.

Yes, I know we're lucky.

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Boo insomnia. Yay baseball?

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You'd think cardio people, of all med techs would *know* there isn't a lower age limit for heart attacks, just increasing probabilities.

Sheesh.

I figure any patient with the right symptoms is Schrodinger's patient and you have to anticipate any outcome.

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Lucky is good, connie. Never ever apologize for lucky. Things go wrong far too often, so when good things happen don't ever apologize.

Oh, Laura, I'm sorry about the sleepover bad timing. But boys are pretty easy to accomodate, and can be very sweet and supportive, at least my kids' friends were. I hope things go smoothly.

I'm so sorry about the non-sleeping toof-cutting Matilda, but I'm sure she's very winning, even awake at ungodly o'clock. And I'd never expect Emmett to be other than doting. That little girl grabbed onto his heartstrings early on, and he didn't fight it for a second.

Oh, JZ. Keep a list. I swear I'll be back to tour with you just as soon as I can be. If I have to drive down from Bellingham to do it.

Because we fell in love with the area and if at all humanly possible, we are going to move there. It's just a question of how soon--it may take a couple of years, but it will happen. And you have to admit, driving from WA is a whole lot closer than driving from NC, yes?

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