Ouch! Shots in toe bad. But yay for no more glass in toe. (I keep typing tow!)

I have such a bad memory that I barely remember changing the boys. I do remember Bobby destroying the pants of a customer that was bouncing him on his knee. That was fun. I did get looks at times from people, both for the diapers and the nursing, because they were so big for their ages. Oh well.

I have nothing to add to the diaper conversation, except that one of my nephews was so lean, my sister and I used to admire the way you could get him clean with one good, quick wipe -- there were none of the usual folds of baby fat needing attention.

One of the emeritus professors just came down to the Reference Desk in search of a book cart from which the top shelf could be removed. Why? Because he's needs to mount a talking deer's head to it for a party over at the Faculty Club, of course.

Sparky, refer him to [link] and have him look up the strips on Pimp My Bookcart.

Well, what party isn't made more fun by a talking deer's head? I mean, really.

Wow, is it deer-head season already? Comes earlier every year.

I really want a talking-deer's head to mount on the Reference Desk now. It could say all the things I'd like to, but am not allowed.

I don't think deer heads are allowed to be that evil.

Okay, what animal head would be evil enough? (Besides my boss' from my previous job.)

Hmmm...

Ninja robot?

I once gave my sister an inflatable moose head for her apartment.