No, it really is much worse when I tell W about it. Also when I try to get meals from the Relief Society.
Jooj also wanted to show you her arm. She found the markers.
I'm Mrs. Hitler! I'm Mrs. Hitler! Friday, March 06, 2009
For Fig: The Black Arm
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Let's try this again...
Jooj's arm reminds me of how L~ went to the doctor for an ear infection last week and the doctor was listening to her heartbeat and asked her if Devin (her latest crush) was a nice boy. She blushed a deep red and got this baffled look on her face wondering how the doc had gotten her "boyfriend's" name from her heartbeat.
Then she realized she had written his (Devin's) name on her arm.
And then after pulling a quick one on her like that he (the doc) promptly told her she should go home and read what the For the Strength of Youth pamphlet has to say about marking your body.
I love this town!
Ouch... is that from all the tests about shaking?
Are you sure she isn't being Mulan? M (the baby) had been marking up her arm for a few days until I finally realized what she was doing... "I'm Mulan Mommy!"
She is a tattoo artist in the making.
That arm does not look fun, what did the phlebotomist do?
Did they jack your arm up because you were shaking too much for them to poke you? (And are you still shaking? You're like a human vibrator!)
Also: Jooj is delicious.
Um. A vibrating chair or something.
Oh, Queen, we don't watch Mulan because we don't believe in Asians.
And I think that it is just from me shaking with a needle in me. I think it was probably my fault.
And I wish I WAS a vibrator. That would be sassy.
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