On the Third Day of Our Summer Vacation…
…we got up.
Then we went downtown.
To look for a job.
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No, okay, not really. I’m not Chong, and this isn’t a Cheech & Chong skit.
Our Boneblog day would read more like this:
…we got up.
Then we went to a violin lesson, but were rerouted to the emergency room because Laurel suddenly couldn’t breathe or swallow. Fortunately or unfortunately, it was an anxiety attack. Fortunately, it was not a severe allergy or sudden-onset asthma. Unfortunately, anxiety is no laughing matter.
We’ve had nothing but tears and rage since then, TEARS AND RAGE and it hasn’t been limited to just one person.
So! Happy Third Day of Summer Vacation!
On a lighter note, the other night the vehicular conversation went like this:
Greg: “Ethan, what flavor sno-cone do you want?”
Ethan: “Root beer.”
Greg: “Laurel, how about you?”
Laurel: “Ditto.”
Ethan: “We’re fresh out of ‘ditto,’ Sissy.”
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