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Angus has been bugging us for a few weeks to make him an appointment with Matt's university friend who is now an Ottawa dermatologist, for his face (which we don't think is that bad, but whatever). She had given us her office number and said she'd fit us in, but then SQUIRREL, and now it's a few months later and I couldn't find it. I emailed Zarah , who's in more frequent contact with her than we are, and asked if she had Jen's contact information. The next morning, I opened my ipad upstairs when I woke up and there was an email from Zarah with the pertinent details. I emailed back "Thank-you!" and went to shower. When I got downstairs and opened my computer, there was an email from Zarah that said this: Um...huh? So I looked at my original email below, and instead of "Thank-you!" it said: Oops! But still, what? Then I looked back at HER original email and saw this: So she thought I was correcting h...

We're a mixed-bag of viruses over here. Eve has been stuffy and her eyes "are pretending to be waterfalls", Angus has the voice of one of Hell's lesser demons. He went to school this morning, and I picked him up at noon for an orthodontist appointment - when the receptionist heard him talk she suggested I not bring him back. I had a sore throat and bad sinuses on Tuesday morning, which suddenly morphed into the Barfing Plague on Tuesday afternoon. And my husband has somehow been dodging among the large-droplet-contagion without getting wet so far. He did have to put my socks on this morning so I could get Angus to the orthodontist, since I wrenched my back muscles so badly in the process of turning my gastrointestinal system inside-out that I could hardly move. Turns out it's almost as hard to put on someone else's socks as it is to put on someone else's glasses (if you've tried, you'll know what I mean). "What the hell are you doing? You can...

Getting to the airport at 6 a.m. without killing each other. Getting to the other airport and it not being minus a million. Eve deciding that the back seat of the shuttle bus was perfect for her. The view from our room. Giving The Hat Man some business (Charlotte's a deadly negotiator). Watching Poppa try to catch a piece of stir-fried chicken in his mouth (and missing). Guest cheffing. A flying boat. A FLYING BOAT. Hanging in our room. Angus serenading us with the bilingual " hop up jump in " song from Handy Manny every night as we were falling asleep (or " am I freakin' Puerto Rican or Dominican " from the Scrubs musical episode). But I don't have a picture of that, so this is a picture of Matt trying to get him to wear Eve's fedora. Being mellow. Really, really mellow.  Sandcastles! When Uncle Matthew introduced Jonah to chili cheese dogs from the beach bar and Jonah ate one every...

I still haven't figured out how to resolve Meme Monday with Mondays on the Margins, except yes I kind of have: if I don't have a book review post ready or Eve's birthday post, for that matter, OR the family vacation post I am assembling, then clearly I would be an idiot to pass up a free post idea, provided by the lithe and lissome Nicole , via her friend Kimberly . 1) If Jane had 3 apples and John had 78 nails, how many layers of clothing are you wearing (how is the weather in your neck of the woods?)? Freakin' schizo, not to put too fine a point on it. First it was frigid freezing, so that Eve's first two trips with the school ski club got cancelled, which she was HIGHLY put out by. Then it snowed. Then it went back to just normal cold, which meant I walked around with just a sweater on again. Then the temperature started creeping downwards again, so that I would go out somewhere and suddenly realize that I was really cold. At home I'm still wearing my oh-...

co·in·ci·dence kōˈinsədəns,-ˌdens/ noun 1 . a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection. "it's no coincidence that this new burst of innovation has occurred in the free nations" synonyms: accident ,  chance ,  serendipity ,  fortuity ,  providence ,  happenstance , fate ;  More Best not to bother reading this if you're one of those people that are like "enh, whatever, coincidences aren't statistically relevant, don't bother me with your quasi-superstitious silliness". Also, lighten up man. I love coincidences. I think incidents of coincidence evince extreme coolness. It's like the general perversity of things has decided to bump your hip playfully with a shaggy, golden-retriever-like head instead of working you over with overgrown spiky fingernails. That said, a couple of my weird book things aren't coincidences at all. One was just an embarrassing lapse: I was al...