Sunday, May 18, 2008

Clap Your Hands ...




... and the last piece of glass just sort of tears through your skin so you can pluck it out. It hardly even bled; but at least I can now dispense with that planned second "surgery" on Wednesday! And this piece is being placed in my private museum of corporal oddities; my permanent memory in physical form of New Year's Eve 2007-08!

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  1. Okay, you've milked this one long enough. No more talk of glass, surgery, knives or souvenirs -- corporal oddities indeed! Hope today finds Edith lounging in her hospital bed with magic potion flowing into her veins, bonbons by her side and TV remote in hand! (And yes, "mom" logic is a wonderful and mysterious thing -- just ask Christopher and Jennifer!)

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  2. Your logic truly has become mom-logic! Who's milking anything? I thought everything was ok until this last piece decided to start hurting and move to the surface. And we assume Edith is in and ok since she didn't call yesterday, saving the phone card for a day longer (which leaves the longer day up front when we'd've liked to have heard from her).
    How's your daughter?

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  3. her daughter is just fine and enjoying barcelona.

    and you are awfully whiney about some little pieces of melted sand.

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  4. Just wait until you see the SCAR !

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