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What to do, what to do. Hmmmm, can't decide. On the one hand, it could be horrible, terrible, just unacceptable. On the other hand, it could be heartbreaking, out of control, no turning back. It's over. I can't do it. What to do, what to do.

 
So the good doctor didn't have much to say about my rash, except that it is a reaction to "something". He did spend a good deal of time however, examining a small dry patch around my right ribcage, pronouncing that my skin is dry. Very, very dry. In fact, he said that if we looked at it under a microscope, it would look like elephant skin. Well, elephant skin. Nice. He prescribed bathing only every other day, instead of every day. Well, OOH LA LA. Very french. Guess I'll try it. Better break out the Ralph Lauren Romance Cologne, just to cover any embarrasing body odors. Or does that just make it worse? Better consult the expert: Nancy X.

 
Dolphin card for today: PEACE. Better go meditate.

 
And, did anyone else notice that the Kings tend to travel alot, and never get called for it. And, that Chris Webber never actually steps completely out of bounds when he is in-bounding the ball. I'm sure that all of these minor infractions pale in comparison to the punishment that each team gets away with regularly. Guess you can't see everything. Only the things that you want to see. It's called selective perception. Try not to do it sometime, it's a real EYE OPENER.

 
Yes, well, did anyone other than me happen to notice that the LAKERS rolled over the Kings last night? Okay.

 
Dolphin card today: Habitat. That's probably a hint that I should clean my house, but I'm choosing to interpret it to mean that I should hibernate a little, and do nothing.

 
Brendan is saying a new word today! Yesterday it was "neighborhood", as in Mr. Rogers I suppose. But today it is "DINAH". As in, someone's in the kitchen with . . I surmise.

 
Back from the pool. Mr. B did his very best to show off for two girls there by doing repeated handstands right in front of them. Wonder what they think about those socks he was wearing. Squish, squish.

 
I've noticed that more people smile at me when I'm wearing sunglasses with blue tinted lenses. Maybe they make me look more normal. Doubtful.

 
Note to self: try to avoid LAX during war times. Security checkpoints, many fatigue-clad humans with rifles, and an endless wait at the terminal security, after which three highly professional security agents determined that Mr. B had not hidden anything remotely suspicious in his enormous basket of miscellany. They seized his zigzag craft scissors. They did however, give back the giant grapefruit, after using a special X-ray device to scan the entire surface. No hidden weapons in the grapefruit.

 
Mr. B and I met Anti and Uncle for lunch at Baja Cantina. Mr. B ate zero french fries, 6 after dinner mints, and one small Mexican flag.

 
For the blogging lesson, I innocently gave C-note my password. He promptly informed me that now he could easily hack into my blog site at will. Hmmm. Could change password, but that would be another lesson.

 
Just recieved Blogging lesson from Blogger son Conor.

 
Mermaids are so cool.

 
I am looking good.

 
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