Oh Heather, I love you!

I so enjoyed our completely insane chat about the gaymobile and the rainbow flamage.  I really want that BGPT now, you know that right?  Just so we can totally cruise around in the gaymobile and sing Karma Chameleon at the top of our lungs while we play with the shifter.

I am so going to go test it tomorrow and take pictures.  And, when I buy that gaymobile, we are totally taking it to the beach in September.  You’d better dig out the Culture Club CDs so we can jam, yo.

Smooches, I love you.

Leadfoot

Dear God there is never a dull moment in my life, I swear.

Tonight after the kidlet and I got home, he was in his room.  Apparently a piece of lead from his lead pencil was on his floor and he managed to freaking step on it and get a little piece of it stuck in his heel.  For crying in the mud!

So, I call my mother and ask her advice…do I take him to the ER or do I try to take it out myself?  She asked me how big was the piece in there…I told her I really couldn’t tell since he screamed like a little girl if I even tried to look at it.  She suggested I call the family doctor to see if I could take him there, they were already gone for the day.  I called my mother back and she told me to bring him to her house and she’d look at it.  So, we went.  We tried to get it out, but it we couldn’t.  So, we put antibiotic stuff and a band-aid on it.  We ate dinner there and then when we came home, I put some black salve on it and a new band-aid.

Leadfoot thinks he’s going to die if it doesn’t come out, but my father assured him that he’ll be fine and that’s all he needed to hear. 

Gah, I hope it doesn’t get all infected and gross and his foot doesn’t fall off.  That would surely suck.  And, I’d probably lose out on the mother of the year award…again…

Don’t read too much into it

I just happen to be in the mood for some Beck.