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Two for Tuesday Wahoo! Second entry for today. Why? It�s called �procrastinate�. Try it sometime. I forgot to give Son his medicine again this morning. His teacher was not amused. So, out I headed, gave Son his happy pill, and then stopped by the grocery store. Normally going there while starving is not a good idea, but today it was great. Kr0ger decided to offer samples of virtually everything. Nothing like a free nibbly buffet while you shop. It�s official: Daughter is indeed sick. I brought home the litmus test from the grocery store: a very large pumpkin pie. Do Not, I repeat, Do Not stand between Daughter and a pumpkin pie. Hubby and I recorded �It�s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World� over the weekend and watched the first half last night. Hands down, that�s one of the best movies in history. Terry-Thomas� observations about Americans and bosoms and how �if American women stopped wearing brassieres half the nation�s economy would collapse� ring just as hilariously true today as in 1963�perhaps even more so. I was hoping to watch the second half tonight but that�s a no-go. Phone Call From Son�s School, Part Deux: Bottom line is, he was playing basketball during gym class and has more than likely broken his left pinky. A kid passed him the ball and it bent his finger way back as he caught it. I had to pick him up early and head for the doctor. Naturally the x-ray tech was off today. The treatment is the same whether he jammed it badly or broke it, which is to splint it. He will have x-rays early Thursday morning. If it�s just sprained, he will wear it for 4-5 days, broken will extend it to 10-12 days. His pinky�s middle joint is swollen and bruised, and the area between it and the top joint is bruised and swollen out to the side. Son is unconcerned since it's not a vital video-game playing appendage; I�m glad he�s not left-handed. With all that, I wasn�t able to do any housework. My house is a sty. And I am having company tomorrow morning. Somehow, our bank account is seriously screwed up. There should be more in there than what�s showing. I am not a happy camper. Perhaps tonight it�s not so much �procrastination� as it is �beaten down and giving up for the night�. Time for bed.
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