Of skirts and nicknames
It's been a busy week, as usual. Kerry left the house at 5:45 this morning to venture to Folsom, where there's a prison, and a grocery store. She went to the grocery store.
I'm finally getting some relief from allergy hell. I got new eye drops on Monday, and they're definitely an upgrade from my Patanol, which had worked quite well until the recent histamine deluge. The drops are called Alrex, and they seem to doing the job. My eyes were simply on fire for the past 2-3 weeks, and we're back down to a smolder.
On to the punch lines...
Alex wanted to know "Is God a nickname?"
To which I answered, "For what?"
"You know, is God a nickname?"
"What would be the full name?"
"I don't know. Maybe George."
"George who? What would be his last name?"
"Washington?"
At least it wasn't another famous "W".
With envy and sympathy all wrapped up together, Annie told us, "My friend Kiara has 1,001 skirts. Some day she's gonna get tired of wearing them and she's gonna put some pants on." Nothing like the sensibilities of a four year old.
I'm finally getting some relief from allergy hell. I got new eye drops on Monday, and they're definitely an upgrade from my Patanol, which had worked quite well until the recent histamine deluge. The drops are called Alrex, and they seem to doing the job. My eyes were simply on fire for the past 2-3 weeks, and we're back down to a smolder.
On to the punch lines...
Alex wanted to know "Is God a nickname?"
To which I answered, "For what?"
"You know, is God a nickname?"
"What would be the full name?"
"I don't know. Maybe George."
"George who? What would be his last name?"
"Washington?"
At least it wasn't another famous "W".
With envy and sympathy all wrapped up together, Annie told us, "My friend Kiara has 1,001 skirts. Some day she's gonna get tired of wearing them and she's gonna put some pants on." Nothing like the sensibilities of a four year old.
