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The little things...
My dad sent this to me yesterday. I thought y'all might find it entertaining. I'm not a big Elvis fan myself, but... it made me smile in a day otherwise very short of them.
(Okay, the link decided to place itself at the bottom, so go down to the little blue line and clicky. Live Journal confuses me since the last batch of changes they made. *sigh*)
The Impertinent Daughter has strep... again. The Impossible Son is teetering on the edge of getting strep. I told him, "You are not allowed to get strep. You are not to get sick, do you hear me?"
He gave me one of those looks, actually raising an eyebrow as he eyed me somewhat sourly. I fully expected him to say something like, "Bite me," but instead, he said, "You're really tired, aren't you, Mama?"
"What does that have to do with it?" I asked, raising my own eyebrow.
"You get grumpy and silly when you're really tired." He patted my shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry. It'll all come up in the toaster."
I thought it was extremely unfair that he was channeling my mother-in-law.
Oh well. It's supposed to be rainy and cold this weekend. I wasn't planning on going anywhere anyway. Besides, my hair is growing out and looks like it's trying to escape from my head. Forget Hermione hair... think more like... Albert Einstein hair. Maybe I should just shave it all off and start all over again? Maybe a really great hat...except I don't have any really great hats. I know... I just won't leave the house until it grows out at least another six inches! Yeah, that's a plan!!
*grumble, grumble*