Nary a post has shown itself on this poor blog all weekend. How did the world survive without it?
I survived the MRI. I will not go into details as I will be reliving them in my nightmares for the next couple of weeks. I find out the results on Wednesday. After asking if we could have a copy of one of the pictures... just so I could prove I have a brain. (
So it's official, I can not play the Scarecrow and I am firmly entrenched in the Cowardly Lion's camp. At dinner tonight, my husband said he'd rather be Toto who gets to run away and roll in dead things. Nina wants to be the little guy behind the door because he gets to be mean to everyone. Danielle thinks Rachel should be the the head of the Munchkin Lollipop Guild, but she can't be
since she is now officially taller than I am... by a quarter of an inch, I wouldn't let them pick on her like that because she's too much like her father and you never know what she would come up with to retaliate. Besides... she doesn't look anything like them... see?