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1. I’ve been nursing a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper so long this morning, I finally had to go get some ice. What’s wrong with me? Usually it takes me no time at all to knock back a Dr. Pepper.
** Bonus points if you can identify one of my favorite movies here.
2. Got my flu shot yesterday . . . among other annual procedures a 40 year old woman must have, not to be discussed in mixed company. It made my arm hurt all day.
3. Daniel got his flu shot today. He took it like a man — shiny band-aid and Thomas the Train sticker and all. How come I didn’t get a shiny band-aid? My industrial looking bandage left a sensitive skin rash on my arm. Why was this shot so much more difficult for me than my two year old? Perhaps you shouldn’t answer. I have the feeling words like diva or whiner or wimp might be used, so let’s not go there.
4. S’on Jeremy was by last night to pick up his new-to-him car. He looked ever the responsible music teacher driving away.
5. I’m sure you’re wondering how my counted cross stitch eyeglass case is coming.