Serial: this news just in--ita ! is still addicted to the hospital Graham crackers. Today's nurse gave her a shitload. Another one, walking by, suggested peanut butter on them. Am intrigued...

Dear lord, the kitten longing is strong.

In my lately usual skipping-lots-ignoring-ongoing-conversations-and-poking-my-head-for-a-short-time manner, I'm poking my head because, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Emmett's birthday.

Happy birthday, you big I-probably-can't-call-you-a-boy-anymore-can-I? (at least not to your face, since it's probably way way over mine. I may be able to talk straight to your elbow or something) With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year, for you and all your family!

Emmett is 25, i think. It would explain so much. Happy birthday, Sasquatch!

Tips from the ER: if you lose a tooth and it looks like it's in good condition, rinse off any debris, and KEEP OUT IN YOUR MOUTH until you get to a medical professional and hand it over.

The milk thing tops out at 20 minutes, max. Say bye bye to the nice canine.

Oh Scrappy, I'm so sorry about your mother's news but so glad that you were able to be there.

Happy birthday Emmett!

And um, let's see, I'm on day whatever of this latest insomnia attack. Last night slept 4 hours, haven't had more than 4 or 5 hours of sleep all week. I'm getting a bit stressed about it as I am starting to lose a bit of my executive functioning ability. I decided to just get up this am at 5 and accept defeat with the idea of getting a bit of grading done before my day started properly. Instead I'm awake for Franny calling out for comfort at 5:30 and then again just a few minutes ago when Isaac woke up as well. Tucked him in with his dad. Now to grade.

Oh and ita, DH lost his two front teeth. His mom did the milk thing and drove him to the dentist, not the ER, and they promptly replaced them and they've been in his head ever since.

just after getting up, mac threw up twice. ugh.

about 100 kids were out of his school at the end of last week with a stomach virus, I hope he does not stay sick all day.

Happy birthday, you big I-probably-can't-call-you-a-boy-anymore-can-I?

I still call him big boy, as I have since he was one.

(at least not to your face, since it's probably way way over mine. I may be able to talk straight to your elbow or something)

You could totally talk to the middle of his bicep, Nilly.

Emmett is 25, i think. It would explain so much.

Intriguing theory. But how then to explain the entirely goofy adolescent behavior?

just after getting up, mac threw up twice. ugh.

Ugh, indeed. They get so miserable with the stomach viruses.

Get well, mac!

But how then to explain the entirely goofy adolescent behavior?

Male. Quod erat demonstrandum.

One of the nurses who pays attention ("Didn't you go home last week? For a wedding?") was paying attention, although she's not good at telling apart her cartoon ducks: [link] . Now that I've tanned into the hospital brand of "grownup" band aids, they're even more boring.

I stopped for a chat with the mother of the girl who lost the tooth (shower fall in the hotel on vacation--first hospital couldn't save her tooth, and it was probably too late for this one). Tooth girl has chronic migraines. Tooth mother was wearing the three wolf shirt. Spotted in the wild, probably unorpnically.

Weird.

Poor mac! I hate stomach bugs. Hope he recovers quickly and you stay well yourself, msbelle.

Poor kid, losing a tooth like that. DH fell too, that's how his came out. I guess he was really lucky.