… with ‘nut’ being the operative word here, I have, in the past 24 hours:
  • attempted to work at my full-time job …
  • gotten a call from Mr. Cool’s high school informing me that he had sliced off the tip of his finger in art class …
  • spent an ungodly amount of time in an emergency room …
  • only to hurry out of said emergency room to see an awards presentation for Miss Priss who, otherwise, would have been majorly disappointed but would never have told me just how disappointed …
  • gotten Miss Priss to a basketball game so she could cheer and not get a demerit for not showing up even though certain girls on the squad are never there and never get a demerit (all spoken, of course, in classic, ultra-dramatic tweenspeak, for effect) …
  • gotten home after driving a millionty miles in the rain only to realize that Mr. Cool’s birthday is today and no, supermom hasn’t even thought of what she’s going to do …
  • therefore making a an emergency-room admission bracelet the gift of all gifts …
  • while still attempting to work at a full-time job …
  • and attempting to post something meaningful, thoughtful, and having nothing to do with football …
Gotta run …
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