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The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

The Good News: I'm not pregnant. That's according to the Flu Vaccine Research study that I joined today. Not that I thought I was pregnant, but they kindly informed me that I'm not anyway. I've noticed that whenever it is imperative that you not be pregnant for some reason (like beginning a new medication, or getting certain types of x-rays, etc.) women of child-bearing age will be asked if they are pregnant. If you reply to the negative, they will promptly do a pregnancy test. I suppose they figure your word is more reliable if you are in the family way.

The Bad News: Looks like I'll be going to get that root canal after all. Dr. Miracle Worker's miracle filling isn't working out so well. The 75% better tooth has stayed that way and although it's not excruciating, 25% annoying is bound to get on my nerves since I've been putting up with this tooth for way too long. And believe me, whatever gets in the way of me eating my fall obsession (carmel apples) in comfort is on it's way to tooth heaven.

The Ugly: Because of my own lack of proper party planning procedure, I have become solely responsible for Little Chic's classroom Halloween party on Friday. I was able to scramble and get 2 people to contribute an item each, and they have promised to be there to help. But all the arrangements, planning and supplies other than plates, napkins and popcorn will be dragged in by me. I think I'm already experiencing Room Mother burn-out if there is such a thing. I do have a secret plan--I'm dressing up as a fairy and going to wave the magic wand around, hoping that everything will "POOF" into place. We'll see how that works for me.

Comments

PandaMom said…
I can't WAIT to see you in your fairy outfit!!! PLEASE post those pics! Happy poofing! ;)
10/25/2006 10:32 PM
Mary Ellen said…
I think I just drooled on my keyboard, the very mention of carmel apples tends to make me do that - yummy!

Uh good luck with the magic wand thingy, if it works please mail it to me when you are done with it, I could use one for all the parties here. :-)
10/26/2006 8:29 AM
Unknown said…
Hope all goes well with Dr. Miracle Worker, I'm sure he's going to wave his magic wand and make everything all better. Here's to enjoying Carmel Apples!

Good luck with the party tomorrow & hope the wand works its wonders. I'm sure the kids adore you!
10/26/2006 10:37 AM
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