The stitches in Jared's head seem to be healing up okay (I mean, not that I would know HOW they're healing, since I haven't taken off the bandages) but just in case I thought I was off the hook, Jared decided to wake up with a 102 fever yesterday. So recently I've spent a little time at the pharmacy.Drug stores are GREAT places to pick up blog fodder, and I have to say this last time was no different.
This is what I gathered from my last trip to Walgreens: If you want a different drug than the one the doctor prescribed, the way to get it is apparently to recite repeatedly and loudly, "THAT ONE GIVES ME SEVERE DIARRHEA. SEVERE DIARRHEA! I don't want that one. What I want is ________." Fill in the blank with your drug of your choice. It seems to be effective. At least when I left, the woman demonstrating this method seemed happy enough and the pharmacist looked...resigned to his fate.
Here's what I love about Sunday school. Imagine wriggly, excited six year old bodies, hands a' wavin', breathlessly answering these questions about Passover:
"Can anyone tell me one of the ten plagues?"
"The deathness of the babies!"
"What did they paint on the doors to mark them?"
And the ever-present non sequitur:
"Once I ate a cockroach!"
I like to imagine this last one as sort of a Texas child's rite of passage, similar to a picture taken amongst the bluebonnets...
Last but not least, since I've seen them on blogs here and there this month, I figured I'd throw in a few words on New Years Resolutions: I don't make them. What's the point? Who ever heard of someone keeping a New Year's resolution anyway?
Instead, as I mentioned on Roger's blog, I make anti-resolutions. And I KEEP them I'll have you know! OKAY! So it generally takes me more than one year, but still! I get 'em completed eventually!
Around four years ago I made the anti-resolution to start liking whiskey. That one seemed important because why waste all those calories with mixers? Whiskey seems so direct. It was hard going though, and took me some three years to accomplish.
Since that anti-resolution lasted me so long, I didn't need a new one until the turn from 2006 to 2007, whereupon I anti-resolved to start using swear words. Unfortunately a year's time hasn't gotten me very far and I'll have to continue to work during the year 2008. Crap.