Sunday, February 10, 2008

What did the mama tomato say to the baby tomato when he was falling behind?

Excuse: Bob has been holding my computer hostage the last several nights while he begins his studies for his upcoming step 3 of the USMLE Board Exams. I detest the weeks and months leading up to these exams, but now even more so as his study habits are interfering with my blogging schedule.


So we play a little catch up. Or ketchup. Whatever.


Love is . . .

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. . . making rolls (from scratch, people) in a pink tutu for your brothers while they . . .


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. . . sled down a homemade sledding hill in the back yard having come home from school a full TWO HOURS early due to inclement weather.


And then the next day WHEN SCHOOL WAS CANCELLED . . .

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. . . playing play-do all afternoon or . . .


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. . . curling up with your brother’s blankie and a good book. (whose kid is this, anyway?) (isn’t IPhoto fun?)



Finally, just for good measure, has anyone ever heard of these little guys?

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They are called Sugar Gliders. If you can bring yourself to pay almost $400 for a FLYING RAT, this one could be yours today.