The Neon Nurse's Charting

A few hours shy of thirty years ago, I went to bed as the mother of an adorable toddler. By the time morning rolled around, I had a very fuzzy little son as well. (My first labor had been eight hours, and this one was two. Just as well we stopped there, or there might have been some sort of temporal displacement incident!)

So Big Sterling, all grown up as you have seen in recent pics, was due to come for a visit tomorrow, along with Grand-girlie Lexi. Unfortunately, he has been temporarily thwarted by a combination of personal pickup malfunction and repair person incompetence. So to the dissatisfaction of everyone, the visit is going to be a few days late.

I did not shave my head in woe. I *did* allow Mike to "help" me cut my hair.

It's a bit short now.



Fear not, I have a number of very fetching wigs to wear when I need to go to town and wish not to frighten small children. Strange small children, I mean. The ones in my family are used to me by now.

Speaking of the grands, I got Zach to laughing with a Harry Potter-verse joke I (think I) made up.

What do Dementors do just before they Kiss their victim?

Eat a DE-Mentos! Arr-arr!!

(Mentos are breath mints, for those of you who don't live in their sales territoty.)

I thought I had something else to post, but obviously without any hair to weigh them down, my thoughts can REALLY go skittering away! Oh, well....