Oh, dear. I'd best not listen to that while I'm driving.

oh sarameg, how sad! I'm not sure I can deal with it.

Teppy, were you aware there are now GLUTEN FREE candy cane JoJos?

No way! I, uh, kind of hate mint stuff, so I'll probably skip them, but that's excellent!

They had a hard pumpkin cider that I tried and it made me think of you, Steph. It also made me think of the pumpkin juice they drink in Harry Potter and that hard pumpkin cider would be just the thing to order at the Three Broomsticks.

Listening to CarTalk this morning, what did me in was how sad Ray sounded.

DH was barely holding it together listening while he worked in the garage this morning. He was super choked up. He was reading me a bunch of stuff on line when the news first came out and he kept losing it too. He was a super big fan. I got him a Car Talk towel in one of the fund raisers a while back.

Ended up having to take #1 son to the ER yesterday. First I took him to a walk-in clinic and the doctor there said he had to go to the ER. So off we went. 3 doctors looked at him there (well 1 head guy, 1 resident, 1 student). The resident lanced his lip 3 places but got no great results, so the head guy was brought in again. He had no more luck. They gave him a script for anti-biotics ($83!!!), and told him to swish with peroxide a bunch. Then they put a bandaid on the inside of his swollen lip! That lasted 2 minutes.

He is not a good patient and he wears me out. But he is off to the girlfriends again. He said he was coming to the office to help me, but we are here 5 minutes and I have to get him food, then back another 10 minutes and his ride shows up to take him to GF's house. The office is 20 miles closer to her house than home so going with me was obviously a ruse to get closer.

Short version: parenting sucks.

Mid-60s and sunny here in Utah. We lose 15 degrees tomorrow, with highs in the 50s to look forward to for the next couple of weeks. Time to stop kidding myself about winter, but gosh, this is near perfect weather for me.

Sitting in the walk-in clinic. If I'd remembered my co-pay was $50 I probably wouldn't have come...

I was just happily popping some bubble wrap, and I thought, "I wonder where the air in the bubbles is from." I mean, how sterile are the facilities where they make bubble wrap? What an insidious way to spread biological weapons. I think I just turned myself into a bacteriological loonie.

Now I need to contact the bubble wrap industry and threaten to write a bestselling book about the dangers of bubble wrap unless they pay me lots of money. "Don't pop the bubbles!" could become the next "Don't go in the water!"

Sitting in the walk-in clinic.

May they help quickly and painlessly. Hope all is okay.

My son had no insurance since he hadn't done what needed to be done to get it. So I brought him to the county health clinic. They were going to get him on Medicaid, but since they sent us to the hospital they are going to do it. But he needs to get a photo ID first. He has lost his identification again. Lost count of how many times now. And his phone, again for the billionth time. His picture on the ID should be interesting with the blown up half of his face, full beard, very long hair. Seriously, the boy looks homeless.

eta: at both the county clinic and hospital I made myself comfy with my Nook. Had to accomplish something in the hours of waiting around.

I gave him an LA Fitness card and told him he had no excuse not to shower.