This..
.is my brand new registration sticker. (You can see I need to do a better job sticking down the edges). I got it on Thursday after work; it only involved about 2 hours of driving, traffic, waiting in line, etc. Not bad, given that I did it to myself. But this means that we are all mobile independently, for better or for worse.
Friday's big news, we thought, was the junior Prom. Note Wendy's dress--I kept saying that it made her look like the Blue Fairy from the Disney version of Pinn
ochio. Upon reflection, it's clear that she doesn't--sorry about that Wendy. I think the issue is that years ago I saw a performance of Disney on Ice where they did Pinnochio and the skater who played the Blue Fairy looked something like this. Or something. But now I understand why everybody thought I was crazy.
Anyway, the prom apparently was a success, and a good time was had by all.
While they were at the prom, however....
The rest of us went out to dinner...no big deal, right?
But while we were eating, all of a sudden Harry started complaining that his lip was swollen. Well, he has no history of allergies, so we didn't know what to think. But we stopped him eating any more (duh) and asked what the ingredients were.
When we were done with dinner, we stopped at the store on the way home to pick up a dessert of our own choosing instead of the restaurant's. While we were doing that, Harry started complaining that his eyes were itching.
To make a long story short, Colleen ended up taking him to the hospital at 10:30 at night, just to be sure. Naturally when they got there it was crowded and the irritations started to diminish. So by about 1AM, they finally got home with the news that we should probably try him out on shrimp again only with a supply of Benadryl on hand.
The rest of the weekend was pleasant if unexciting by comparison. Everybody was tired; the boys went biking to a bunch of yard sales and spent money on cool stuff (well, they think it's cool stuff; we're not so sure); we all went to a small regimental party yesterday; we didn't get enough sleep.
.is my brand new registration sticker. (You can see I need to do a better job sticking down the edges). I got it on Thursday after work; it only involved about 2 hours of driving, traffic, waiting in line, etc. Not bad, given that I did it to myself. But this means that we are all mobile independently, for better or for worse.Friday's big news, we thought, was the junior Prom. Note Wendy's dress--I kept saying that it made her look like the Blue Fairy from the Disney version of Pinn
ochio. Upon reflection, it's clear that she doesn't--sorry about that Wendy. I think the issue is that years ago I saw a performance of Disney on Ice where they did Pinnochio and the skater who played the Blue Fairy looked something like this. Or something. But now I understand why everybody thought I was crazy.Anyway, the prom apparently was a success, and a good time was had by all.
While they were at the prom, however....
The rest of us went out to dinner...no big deal, right?
But while we were eating, all of a sudden Harry started complaining that his lip was swollen. Well, he has no history of allergies, so we didn't know what to think. But we stopped him eating any more (duh) and asked what the ingredients were.
When we were done with dinner, we stopped at the store on the way home to pick up a dessert of our own choosing instead of the restaurant's. While we were doing that, Harry started complaining that his eyes were itching.
To make a long story short, Colleen ended up taking him to the hospital at 10:30 at night, just to be sure. Naturally when they got there it was crowded and the irritations started to diminish. So by about 1AM, they finally got home with the news that we should probably try him out on shrimp again only with a supply of Benadryl on hand.
The rest of the weekend was pleasant if unexciting by comparison. Everybody was tired; the boys went biking to a bunch of yard sales and spent money on cool stuff (well, they think it's cool stuff; we're not so sure); we all went to a small regimental party yesterday; we didn't get enough sleep.
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