Monday, January 23, 2012

Make up your own ending

The most beautiful words, ever, uttered this morning by the news guy on the radio: "School is on time."  Hooray!  There's nothing like being with your children for five straight days to make you appreciate the wonder that is the public education system.

Except!

Johanna has pink eye.  I was hoping that her eye was just irritated when I noticed it Saturday evening.  But then yesterday it wasn't any better.  And this morning it's definitely worse.

Abby says it looks like Jo got into a fight...

Good times!  You know what, though?  Abby had pink eye so often when she was in that 4-7 age range that it's no longer that big of a deal.  It's like, oh, pink eye.  Huh.  It's very boring, really.

Anyway, as we were taking Abby to school (one out of two ain't bad), Johanna started making a list of everything that's wrong with her.  She was being mock-dramatic.  It was awesome.  Here's what she came up with:
  1. She has pink eye
  2. Her eyes itch
  3. She has a tickle in her throat
  4. She has gunk in her eye
  5. Her ears are getting louder
  6. Her eyebrows are getting skinnier
  7. She has a stuffy nose
  8. She has gunk on her eyelashes
  9. She *almost* lost her voice
  10. She doesn't even know what Russian is
  11. She's sneezing
  12. One hand is yellowy-pinkish-red, and the other one is pinkish-red
  13. Her belly button hurts
  14. There's something on her nose
  15. Her tongue itches
  16. It's hard for her to break the ice in the freezer!
The exclamation point there was her idea.  And perhaps she's having a little too much fun coming up with ailments.  (Does this remind anyone else of that Shel Silverstein poem?)  

Now she's feeling better, though, and is making herself an iced coffee.  (Um, yes.  My 7-year-old is a coffee connoisseur.  It's decaf, though, so that makes it better.  Right?)  We have a doctor's appointment later this morning--I tried to work the "my kid has pink eye and am hoping to get a prescription" angle, but apparently they need to see her first.  Ah, well.

Um, so that's it, I guess.  Wait, wanna see what the yard looks like?  It snowed all day yesterday, but today it's just cold, foggy, and slick.  I actually almost bit it trying to take this picture:

Our yard looks thrashed, thanks to
that ice storm.

I'm so over winter.

Puddle of Mud, Blurry.  Because everything IS so messed up.  And "blurry" references sight and... oh, never mind.

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