Lately every time I press the button on the answering machine, it spouts the voice of an Obama or two. It's actually kind of a nice change from whatever creditor has been trying to chase down Ebony Hutchinson and her multiple aliases for the past two years.
Aside from being stalked by the Obamas, mostly this week has been school work and work and trying to get My Boy's bar mitzvah together.
My Sweet Pea has been back in the clutches of asthma. For the same reason that I would have a problem signing my kids up for a daycare that had an intentional misspelling in the name, I'd have a hard time entrusting any of our health to these people:
Needless to say that's not where we went. We were lucky enough to go to her regular pediatrician.
Lest you think I'm a total stick in the mud, I didn't mind being greeted by this guy when we got there:
In other news, for safety's sake I've almost completely stopped talking on the cell phone while driving. It's way too difficult to hold the phone AND take pictures out the window at the same time. One of them had to go, and it really couldn't be the camera, now could it?
Hope everyone's had a great week!