Do you like how I'm keeping you all updated on the name of the day of the week? You're welcome. Here are a few tidbits for you to chew on. Or don't, whichever. Feel free to treat my tidbits however you choose.
That last sentence would have been *WAY* funny if I had left the word "TIDBITS" the way it came out of my fingers, "TIDTITS". Pretty sure that's gonna be a googlestorm.
HB: Knock, knock.
Me: Who's there?
HB: Don't you recognize your own kid?
My cousin was admitted to the Big City Hospital's Cardiac Unit, and is getting himself a pacemaker tomorrow. The doctors discovered he had suffered a number of small strokes and a rather large seizure, and they're trying to get to the bottom of all that. Hopefully the pacemaker will do its job and stabilize his heart enough to make their jobs easier.
There was a plum pit in the dryer today. Also seventy-nine cents and Lightening McQueen.
It seems the Greater Buffalo Area is not actually Greater than anywhere else. At least Bossy thinks so. There's no No-Book-Tour for us. Wah.
I am the only qualified person in the house in the area of Removal Of The Three Year-Old From The Bath.