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No picture of my Senior

He's a senior in high school starting today. There are no pictures of him this day because he declined to alllow us to take them. This is the first time in his schooling that we haven't gotten a picture of him on his first day of school.

So, sorry. Nothing here to see of him. I'm tempted to put up embarrassing photos of him from previous years---some of school and some not----those 'not' ones could be nude.

But I'm not that mean.


Hubby and I took the two girls to their bus stops this morning then came home to get The Boy. He didn't start until 12:30. While we were home I baked a double batch of snickerdoodles and a made a double batch of pizza dough to let rise for dinner tonight.

Lance took The Boy to school on his way to work and I'll go pick everyone up in a few hours. I'll also take The Boy to see the doctor because if I'm not mistaken, his two big toes are beginning to look a bit gangrenous to me. Yeah, that whole pus thing oozing out should have aleted him to a serious issue long ago. So off we go to the regular doc who will in turn send us to the specialiast, which we can't see without first visiting the first doc in order to pay for that office visit first.

It's a lovely racket they have set up for themselves.

And in other exciting news....hubby gets to vote on the Boeing contract strike today. If the union gets 2/3 majority then the airplane production halts at midnight tonight.

I'm praying there's no strike. We won't survive it.


  1. Don't feel bad- my senior didn't get a picture taken either.


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