Ah, there's nothing like going home. I was super crabby when my folks picked Husband and I up from the airport, but at least I didn't have crabs. My poor sister, on the other hand, is not so fortunate when it comes to parasites. She brought ringworm home with her. My mom is only slightly bent out of shape about it, so Sister threatened to sneak into her room at night and rub her ringworm arm on my mom's forehead. This caused us all (including my mom) to laugh hysterically. Oy.
Tonight is Granny's 85th bday celebration gala. I am sure that many memorable quotes will be uttered. Rebecca and I will take notes.
Now I'm leaving the ginormous suburban gym that Husband and drove 20 minutes to get to (so weird for us city slickers!) and going to get my very own copy of the new Harry Potter! It will be hard to wait until Husband leaves tomorrow afternoon to read it. The challenges I face, I tell ya.
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Ringworm is a fungus, not a parasite, thank God, because the idea of parasites...eeeegh. You can treat it with athlete's foot stuff, I think.
ReplyDeleteI think I may be the only sane person left in the world. I'm not buying a copy of the new Harry Potter book until October when the box set comes out. I may borrow a copy from someone and read it one afternoon, I don't know.
ReplyDeleteHope the birthday party went well.
Podcasts, Suzanne, podcasts! (And videocasts.)
ReplyDeleteLOL!
ReplyDeleteI had ringworm on my rear end once as a kid, so that is quite an image. Hurt like hell.