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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Today, Staccato

The plumber came to find out why our laundry sink backed up this weekend. He reamed the main line. Turns out there were tree roots growing into the underground line to the sewer. Short term: stuff’s working now. Long-term: it’s costing money.

Halmonie watched Baby Dog when I went out to get a haircut. I came back shorn to a quarter-inch. When I came in the door, Baby Dog turned around and stared, wide-eyed. “…Mummy?” she ventured uncertainly. She knew the person at the door had to be one of her parents, though it didn’t look like either one; something was just plain wrong. “Daddy got a haircut,” I said, and knelt down. “Remember we went to the barber once? Daddy has a fuzzy head now. Pat Daddy’s head.” She did that, and giggled. “Daddy!” she decided.

We went to Cody’s to get presents for Papa Pirate, whose birthday was today and Babies Whippet and Funkadelic who were born less than a week apart and are having a joint first birthday celebration this weekend. Papa Pirate got a book on birthday cakes. The babies are each getting the board book version of The Grouchy Ladybug, but don’t tell them that.


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