nope. According to mac, none of his classes have done the boxes like we used to do where kids all put cards in for each other. If they do and he just doesn't tell me he still does not want to take cards.

Welcome, Samuel! May the world be your oyster!

FTR, eyeball scratches really fucking hurt. And yes, I could've gone in today. I've just got this wait-24hrs (unless bleeding or the internet tells you you're gonna die) gene. Sometimes to my detriment. But in this case, only detriment is the pain. Especially since I'm already on antibs, floating ruthlessly through my system.

Oh, and if you want to amuse your kids, I'm wearing an eyepatch.

huh, so that was Bridesmaids. nomination talk, really? huh.

Monovision is strange.

Welcome Samuel!

I once accidently combed my eye. I'm not quite sure how it happened but my lack of proper coordination can be incredible. Scratched the white part of my eye, hurt like hell but was not serious. Just stupid.

Speaking of stupid injuries, my latest was from walking full speed into the corner of a pillar. I hit my eyebrow, bent and scratched my glasses and have a spectacular bruise on my right boob. I had to explain it to my boss who found me reeling in the hallway clutching my eye. I wasn't about to clutch my boob, though it really hurt more.

At least I haven't passed out yet. That's my ultimate stupid human trick.

Right now, I'm walking (and typing) REEEEAAAALLLYYY CAAAAREFUUULLLLY.

Given what I can now see of the scrapes, I'm pretty sure this is serious enough that antib ointment would be a wise choice. As would anyFUCKINGthing that would make it not hurt to blink.

BlahblahblahWHINE.

I hate shit I can't fix by myself. At this rate, I'm gonna have to take monday off. Because I fucking shoved my face in a dead plant in the dark chasing after the cat. Good lord.

sara, you can be like Grace. She didn't wear her patch at all today.

Also, WELCOME Samuel and Congratulations Stephanie!

So, Noah's teacher has this teddy bear she sends home with the kids + a journal. We're supposed to write up what we do with Edward Teddy. Then Noah returns it on Monday and picks another kid to take the journal. Noah is the 13th to do this, so the popularity contest is in force (but maybe only noticeable to moms?). Though of course, I may be the only insane-o parent to see which kids had it before Noah. There's only been 2 girls and the rest have been boys. There are 19 kids in his class total.

In turn, it brings out the absolute worst in me. I took of the teddybears pjs to watch them (they had juice stain on them!) and they were falling apart. So we bought him an outfit of t-shirt and shorts. And I can't repair the washed jammies so I just sewed a pair. They aren't well done, in part because I hate doll clothes and I had no pattern.

We also took pictures which I will have to print and a write up I'll have to writes since Noah can't write yet. I love homework for me.

This was not today (it was yesterday morning) but you have friends in patchy honor, sara: [link]

Theirs are so much cuter than mine. Mine is a medical tape X over a bandage wrapped wad od cotton pads. Soooo cool!

Your competitive streak amuses me.