It was Boy10’s birthday today–see his new name? Everything was fine until I made him take a shower this morning. “But, Moooom! On my birthday??” Poor kid. I wouldn’t let him wallow in dirt on his birthday. Why do I have to ruin everything?
And not only did I make him bathe, but I made him do school today. But it was Birthday School, so we only did the fun stuff, so there were no Grammar Battles.
It was like the Trojan war. From what I understand, the Greeks and the Trojans agreed to cease fighting on weekends and holidays. I think they were even known to send each other Christmas cards in between killing sprees.
My wish came true today. I’ve wanted a doctor in my circle of friends for years and years. Why? So that I have someone to answer my important medical questions like, “If you were to cover every inch of your body with antiperspirant…what would happen?” I can’t make an appointment to ask my PCP, but I still want to know.
Well, Barbetta might not have become a doctor, but she did pass her Boards today and is now a Nurse Practitioner. She is able to diagnose diseases, dispense medicine, and has her very own stethoscope, otoscope and white doctor coat.
Congratulations, Barbetta! There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that you’d pass today. We’re all popping with pride that we have a Nurse Practitioner in our circle.
And…uh…what would happen if you covered your entire body with antiperspirant?
Picture of the Day:
These are the same old clothes in my closet that were there yesterday. I went out today, hoping to find a new shirt, but every single shirt in all the stores was hideously ugly. Every Single Shirt.
No, it wasn’t me. It was the shirts. They were all ugly.