Mouths of Babes

Yesterday, my Sweetie went to the doc's to have a thing removed. (No, not my shoe.)

It's called an epidermal inclusion, and it's basically a fatty cyst that's gross.

The doc was nice, and my Sweetie now has 4 stitches in his chest. (and for the record, the Howler's tongue was grosser than this thing, but not by much)

When we got to my mother's house to pick up the Howler, she bounded down the stairs (the Howler, not my mother) and said, "Daddy! Did they put you to sleep?"

My (step) Dad offered to let my Sweetie rest down on the farm, next to a two dogs and three cats.

The Howler Sez...

The other day, I needed to talk with the Howler about something important.

Me: Howler, I have to talk with you about something.

Howler: Lay it on me, babe.

Lost & Found

One of the cordless handsets for my phone has been missing for two days.

Have I told you about the Howler's funny little habit of calling people who are programmed into the phone book?

Well, we're looking for the handset. We hit the "locate handset" button four times (it bleeps and tweets for about 4 minutes, unless you find it and hit the connect button) and stuff the one we can find under a pillow. We get nothin'. Can't find it.

We're actually each taking a floor (yes, Toad is helping, believe-it-or-not) and the Howler is sitting in the recliner, watching the show.

After the 4th time we hit the "locate" button, she says, "I have an idea!" and runs upstairs.

Here she comes, telling us, "I think the battery is dead." Yes, ma'am, the battery is dead.

Later this evening (as in right this minute) My Sweetie is talking to his mom, and she apparently has been getting PLENTY of calls from her precious granddaughter...even at 10pm when the Howler is supposed to be asleep--and her parents think she's asleep.

I had left the phone in her room, so she quietly got up and called her Grandma.

I thank God every day for the "call anywhere in the continental US for one low monthly rate" plan that Verizon has.