Tuesday, January 12, 2010


Update: checked my jeans pocket for change to get mediocre hospital
coffee...found not money, but a piece of Lego, strange small gray
thing that I suspect broke off a toy firetruck, and a teeny, tiny
bootie meant for a Polly Pocket puppy. I strongly suspect that coffee
machine will not accept orphaned toy detritus in payment...probably
for the best as my stomach is already churning.

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1 comment:

Cristina Herman said...

Thinking of you guys. Let me know if I can be of any help. :) Ting