The week in bites

At the dr's office.

Tag was trying to keep himself amused while we waited for the dr to come see him. He had everyone get on the scale to if he was the heaviest.

My turn came and my sweet, naive son didn't see the decimal point. Quote he: "Mom! You weight 2,000 pounds!"

It's a good thing I was feeling humorful that day.

(results of dr visit: Tag is now on Advair to try to get his asthma under better control. Every time he gets sick we have to use tons of rescue meds, but we're hoping this will help clear up the problem.)

Man has been rescheduled to qualify on his weapon at the end of this week. Hopefully they won't give him a broken one again.

We're down to the count down! Most of the things we've intended dispose of have been doled out to the appropriate facilities. Hotels rooms are reserved. Meds are stocked up on. Lists are made and being checked off. At least I don't have to drive all over half the state to pick up medical records this time.