Two seemingly unrelated bits of news:
Item the first: I bought a whole pineapple yesterday, because it's Lola's birthday today and she requested one -- (she is now a decade old, and yes, I'm a little verklempt by that fact, thank you very much) -- and I put the pineapple on the counter to wait for morning.
Item the second: We've had some sickies around here the past few days, plus one child recovering from outpatient surgery, so we've been powering through pain reliever/fever reducer. We've used this item a lot:
But see, when you have a lot of players, things that seem unrelated all of the sudden become inextricably linked. To my high blood pressure, hair loss, and desire to run for the hills.
Yesterday afternoon, I walked into the kitchen, and found one of my sons, repeatedly stabbing the pineapple with the medical syringe, sucking out the pineapple juice and happily shooting it into his mouth.
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It's OK though! I start a new job tomorrow, my first real, non-independent contractor, full time, direct deposit, honest to goodness JOB since 2001, and that pineapple and syringe business -- or at least whatever iteration of that business is next to come down the pike -- will be my husband's problem.
Sorry hon: gotta go to work!
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