Many of you have asked how the accident happened. Well, it was TRULY an accident – the very definition of the word. Hubby was merging onto a fairly full freeway. He was using his side-view mirror to attempt a lane change, and when he returned his eyes to the lane in front of him, everyone was stopping or had already stopped. Bummer, huh? It’s not as though we have eyes all around our head. It was simply an accident. A frustrating scam? The tow truck company took a roundabout way to the tow yard so that they could clock the distance more than AAA’s 7 mile limit. The total mileage for the tow was 9. Later, when Brandon realized this, he returned to the accident site, proceeded to exit at the first exit possible and took streets to the tow yard. His total mileage? 2.4 miles. He’ll be making sure to report that! He has an appointment with the insurance company tomorrow – we’ll know more then.
Judah went 5 hours last night. Woohoo! He’s smiling quite a bit now too. My newborn is morphing into an infant. And an update on the umbilical chord – it’s still on – by a darn little thread. I’ve been told I should tie a string around it to finish it off. I fear it may shrink itself off before actually falling off – it’s so small now. I want to give that kid a bath!
I understand blemishes on the face. Nice open pores fill with dirt and become a nasty zit. But why, oh why, do pimples form on the inside edge of the nostril? Don’t act like you’re all grossed out – everyone has experienced this at least once – and if you haven’t – it’s likely your turn is a’comin’. Can I just say OUCH! These are impossible to get to (which is probably good since you shouldn’t pick zits anyway), but they are incredibly painful.
Funny little Esther asked my dad, last night, why he had black hair with silver highlights? I think she’s noticing this since being in the play. A couple of the older boys, playing more mature roles, had to spray or comb in silver hair paint into their hair. Too funny. What was probably more comical was my dad’s slow admission to it being a sign of old age. LOVE YOU, DAD! I suppose that means that Mema has silver hair with black highlights. Something to look forward to.
Fighting with a cold, even ran a bit of a fever Tuesday night. Blech!
Still trying to figure out vacation plans, since our annual trip to the lake was abruptly canceled due to high gas prices, economy, and lack of groupies. 
Hopefully next year we’ll be back on.
And finally, I’m way overdue on pictures from 4th of July and Oliver. Hope to work on those today – promise.
Happy Thursday.
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July 17, 2008 at 8:49 am |
You are too funny sissy! Gotta luv Esther!!! I am looking forward to seeing you all soon. By the way, there is still time to hop on the San Diego train with us.
July 17, 2008 at 4:00 pm |
It wasn’t slow admission it was just being slow. Just had to figure out what she was talking about. My silver is placed just right to help me have that look of the debonair gentleman.