TMI

If I shared all of today's medical information with you -- not all of it mine -- it would be waaaaaay TMI. Nobody's got anything life-threatening or even painful, just a lot of relatively indelicate ailments. Enough said.

I had to go into school this morning for a few things, and ended up making the trek from the library to the central office twice because I either forgot or didn't know what I was looking for. But I think I got my purchase orders all straightened out, and said hello to the principal and took care of a little business with him.

Otherwise, I straightened up my desk so now I don't feel like throwing up when I look at it, which is all the time, and I may (or may not) have solved another problem.

Did I mention that I wanted to have something made for the four of us cousins to commemorate our Disney trip, and that my sister vetoed hats and t-shirts? I settled on a tote bag, but I still haven't been able to find pictures of the four of us as children to have printed on them. Wonderful Niece has all of my mother's pictures, including some I never scanned, and I've been trying to get in touch with her. In the meantime, I found a completely different picture and played with it a little, and here it is:


This is, of course, my Uncle Sol (father of my two cousins going on the trip), my mother Shirl, and their parents Ida and Sam, so, our common grandparents. Is the caption too weird? Is the whole thing too sad, or in K's words, bittersweet? Too depressing a tote bag, or more like a memory, bringing them with us? What do you think?



watching THE GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #2086
READING: Blue Diary by Alice Hoffman