I'm Just A Poor Boy
You know you're the parent of a toddler when your spouse discovers that her eyeglasses case has been filled with Cheerios.
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Hope everyone had a good holiday, what with celebrating the birth of our nation by blowing up part of it. We spent most of our Fourth in the emergency room.
No, I didn't blow off a finger. Thanks for asking. False alarm for the most part.
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For those of you wondering when I would be working on my Snoopy and the Red Baron imitation, it has been scheduled: Saturday, July 26th at 1:30 pm. Please make a note of it. Pictures after the fact, obviously.
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We're currently experiencing some thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening (Galileo! Galileo!), so I'm closing for now.
Reading: The Yiddish Policemen's Union, by Michael Chabon.
Comments
Oh, I was hoping it was Bohemian Rhapsody you were singing there!
We're having lightning, too.
Posted by: sarahP | July 7, 2008 09:58 PM
the yiddish policeman's union is a great book!!! enjoy
Posted by: dad | July 8, 2008 07:06 PM
Dude, glad the ER was just a false alarm. If you have to have an alarm, false is the best kind to have.
Posted by: Greg van Eekhout | July 9, 2008 01:36 AM
SarahP: Actually, I was singing Bohemian Rhapsody. In a thunderstorm. More efficient that way.
Dad: I am!
Greg: This is all true. We do have a followup with our own doctor tomorrow, which should establish how completely false it was or wasn't. Modern medicine is so annoying sometimes. Why can't we just cast out the demons and leave it at that?
Posted by: Jon | July 9, 2008 12:19 PM