I just went to the doctor to discover I have pneumonia AND an ear infection. Guess that explains why I feel like crap. Now I have drugs. Their effectiveness will determine how the rest of my plans this week will play out.
Mr. D's team is on a losing streak and he is in a funk. To cheer himself up, he bought a new lawnmower which is the reddish-neck equivalent of a sports car or tricked-out SUV. He calls it "the last lawnmower he'll buy in his entire life." I call it "retail therapy."
Mr. T wanted to spend his chore money on an El Cheapo Plastic Made in China Imitation Nintendo DS (thoughtfully made available by the folks who put out the Scholastic Books catalog--distributed to children nationwide). I talked him down off the ledge, pointing out that if he'd save his chore money instead of blowing it on crap like this $20 gizmo, and combine it with his upcoming birthday money he could buy an actual Nintendo DS. Then I remembered that we're opposed to video game systems at our house. Damn.
Mr. B is spitting out teeth like a Pez dispenser. One fell out while he was talking to me the other day--I nearly stepped on it. Another fell out at lunch Monday. He hasn't had such a toothless grin since he was an infant.
Mr. G still eats a hot dog and a PB&J sandwich for lunch almost every day and prefers to walk to school alone now, thankyouverymuch. He's good company in the morning, we read some books, play a game, do some work, and talk a little. I'm going to miss him next fall when he's in school all day.
And today the dentist told me that Team Testosterone has no cavities.
In summary, all is well.