Desert Sand Mica

Whatever, just crash it Bob...


Dinner's cooking, I've been to the thrift store, Emma and Mark are home safe and all is right with the world. For now.

Dy wrote that Emma possibly wasn't feeling well, but we haven't seen any indication of that yet. She did insist of having her temperature taken several times, I know it's just cause she likes my whizzy thermometer. It's one that takes the temp really fast, and beeps! She loves the beeps. But alas, no temp. She's got no throat spots indicating strep, and her throat isn't red so I dunno what the matter might be.

No Survivor tonight. That's gonna be weird, and it might suck. Maybe I'll commandeer the remote and watch the food network all night.


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