For fun
I'm trying out the new post-by-email feature.
The theme for today is “Smashing Small Fingers.” So far today, the baby has
smashed his fingers in one of the kitchen drawers, one of my dresser
drawers, the back door, the door to one of the kitchen cabinets, and, as an
added bonus, snapped his fingers with a gum band. Luckily, no serious
injuries have been sustained. Everything up to this point has been fixed
with a kiss and a hug.
This article was in the PG today:
http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/03300/234264.stm
Basically, it's about people living at home longer, in part due to the slow
economy and whatnot. But apparently I fall into a demographic known as
“emerging adulthood.” I'm not a “real” adult yet. That eases my mind a
little bit.
I have bad breath. I'm going to go remedy that.
