Smashing things

To prove even further that Mike and I are BFF, yesterday at the dermatologist we got matching mole biopsies. Mike's is on his right arm, while mine is on my right hand, and they both hurt like hell. The doctor lied when he said they wouldn't hurt, and he also lied when he said they were just "shaving" a little bit off--there's a huge crater in my hand now. So we've got about a week before we'll hear the results of that one, and in the meantime we're taking bets on which one of us has the big C.

On top of all that excitement, when Evan stepped onto the field yesterday for t-ball practice there was a flash of lightning and then it began pouring down rain. Evan still wanted to play, the poor thing, and he was bitterly disappointed after a whole day of waiting. He's not having much luck so far with the organized sports--if Saturday's practice tanks I don't know what we're going to do.

Grady has decided to give up his morning nap for Lent. I tried explaining that Lent is over, but he's not having it. Perhaps he's doing it as a sacrifice, or as a protest, but it's hard for me to tell since he's not talking yet. It doesn't matter what his reason is, it's really just a punishment for me as I have no time to get anything done and he becomes devil baby because he is overtired.

Now, it's time for me to give the spawn his antibiotic. Only two more days of this, and I can't wait until it's over.