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Teeny bit skinnier than you
This is a conversation that I had with Zoe about going on the swings and she said I was heavier than her.
Me: Did you call me fat? (I was kidding of course)
Zoe: No. I called you heavier. You are skinny, mom…… But, I have to tell you something, and I’m only saying it because it’s the truth. I am a teeny bit skinnier than you. A teeny tiny bit.
Because she’s a Boxer
We got the results back for my dog, Maisy’s, mast cell tumor biopsy. It’s Stage I, kinda II, but really I. The lab doctor says it’s a Stage I tumor, but because she’s a Boxer, it was bumped up to a Stage II. I guess Stage II and III is prevalent in the Boxer breed, and for that reason only they are considering it a Stage II. However, we are going to treat it as a Stage I, so quite honestly, it’s confusing.
What does all that mean? We are going to monitor her and watch for any new growths.
I’m just happy to report that her staples come off on Saturday! She’ll be so happy, and then she can be without that silly Elizabethan collar that she has to wear. She looks like a sunflower, a very-unhappy-to-be-a sunflower sunflower. And because of her breed, her head is so much smaller and the cone sticks out around her face a great deal. I must give her credit though, she’s mastered the art of moving around with that thing on quite well. She does have a problem when her food dish is pushed up against the wall though, she can’t quite get to it. And it was hilarious when I gave her a dog treat and it fell into her cone, and she kept moving her head back and forth thinking she’d be able to reach it, SOMEHOW.
I totally won!
Thanks to Parvati, I won the Survivor pool at work, which paid out $65! That’s pretty good. I won the whole pot once before with Yul, and I’m pretty sure I won second place with Terry. Anyhow, I’m $65 richer now in cold hard cash, which is good, because I never have any cash in my wallet. That’s life with a debit card, isn’t it. I feel bad for when I go to restaurants that don’t have a tip line on the credit card receipt, because I never have any cash to put in the tip jar. None. I’m lucky if I’ve got thirty cents to put in my daughter’s lunchbox for milk.
Anyhow, I really thought Amanda was going to win, I didn’t think Parvati could pull it off. I’ll bet the only reason she won was because of how Amanda cried at the final tribal counsel when she had to vote of Cirie. I’m sorry, but Todd from China would have never cried. Do you think Ozzy would have cried? WHAT GOOD DID ALL THAT CRYING DO???
Other than win me $65, of course.
Wine Club
Last night was wine club and we had fortified wines: sherry, port, Marsala, canasta, Madeira, and maybe another one. I don’t know. This is what I have to say about them:
Fortified wines. I don’t get it. Better than weird and wacky wines by a long shot, but still. Belch. I mean yuck.
What day is it?
Payday got switched from Thursday to Friday last week. It’s the first time I’ve not been paid on a Thursday in about 15 or 16 years. I’m so discombobulated now. It’s not that I need the money on Thursday. It’s that when I was paid on Thursday, then I knew it was Thursday. Now Monday is back to work, Tuesday is school, Wednesday is recover from school, and Thursday is just another day, and I seriously sat down to write something now and I was ready to do a Thursday 13 because I was pretty sure it was Thursday (but it’s Friday). See? DIS.COM.BOB.ULATED.
On a sidenote about the playset: hands down the best money ever spent. Zoe has spent practically every waking moment on it, and I think she went from watching more tv per day than I want to admit, to watching approximately 1-1/2 hours total since Monday. Oh, and I made it completely across on the monkey bars, in case you were wondering.
Why didn’t we get one sooner?
I don’t know why we didn’t get a swing set/jungle gym/super cool Rainbow Play Set for our backyard sooner. Why didn’t we? This afternoon it arrived, and it was completed a little bit before Zoe came home. Her bus pulled up at 4:30 p.m. She got off the bus, ran up the driveway, through the front door where it was a straight shot through the house to the back door, and then onto the swing. The whole time she yelled: “It’s here! It’s here!” Actually, that might have been me. I’m not sure. Someone yelled it. We were both pretty excited.
Three neighbors kids came over to play, shunning their jungle gyms in the process. I had to pry Zoe’s hands off the swings at 6:42 p.m. and force her to come inside for dinner, then put on her pj’s for 7 p.m. story time at the library. We got back at 8 p.m., and my child headed back out into the yard for 30 more minutes of fun. I joined her on the swings and the monkey bars. I don’t know how kids can make it all the way across, it really hurts my hands. I got super high on the swings, and even jumped off. Twice.
This is what Zoe asked me while we were swinging, “Mom, if I brush my hair before bed tonight will I still have to brush it in the morning?” To which I said: “Yes. You’ll still have to brush it in the morning”. How much do you want to bet she’ll be up at the crack of dawn, dressed, brushed, and out there playing before my alarm clock even goes off at 5:41 a.m.?
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