~ Line from the movie Contagion, seen last Saturday with my brother:
"Blogging is not writing. It's just graffiti with punctuation."
~ My girl, on the elevator, at our appointments on Tuesday: She let go of my hand when we got on, because she's a big girl now. But then it started moving, and instead of crying - which is what she used to do, poor thing, elevators terrified her - she came back over, carefully took my hand, and then stood on her tiptoes. I guess to minimize that ground-giving-way feeling? When we stopped she laughed, presumably with relief that we'd arrived safely.
~ My son, who let me pick the book tonight and actually seemed to enjoy Yertle the Turtle. Which, by the way, should rank right up there next to 1984 in terms of anti-authoritarian works.
~ And this. We get a tiny rebate on our health insurance premium if we fill out a health questionnaire. Some of my answers must have been wrong.
|In case it's too small to read, it says my stress level is "low" |