Jet sez

This morning, while Jet and I were in the car on the way to preschool. We'd been bantering a bit about the fact that Jet's coat's cuffs can fold over his hands to keep them warm. And then... out of the blue...

"Mom, Dad has a better dream than both of us." Jet sez.

I blink.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. He has a better dream. I want a better dream than both of you."

"I'm sure you will, Jet."

"But Dad's is better and cooler than mine. I don't really have anything."

"But you will."

"Well... mine's cooler, but Dad's is better. I need to make my dream better."

Jet sez

This morning, while Jet and I were in the car on the way to preschool. We'd been bantering a bit about the fact that Jet's coat's cuffs can fold over his hands to keep them warm. And then... out of the blue...

"Mom, Dad has a better dream than both of us." Jet sez.

I blink.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. He has a better dream. I want a better dream than both of you."

"I'm sure you will, Jet."

"But Dad's is better and cooler than mine. I don't really have anything."

"But you will."

"Well... mine's cooler, but Dad's is better. I need to make my dream better."

Bahhhh

( What Christmas Carol are You? )

Bahhhh

( What Christmas Carol are You? )

Bad Consequences to Good Intentions

And I thought I was being good...

... when the coordinator of the blood drive at work wrote to say that there were openings she couldn't fill at 11:20 and 11:30, I dropped by the collection room and asked if they'd both been filled. The scheduling lady said no, and penciled me in and looked me up and there I was, wah la.

So I filled out my paperwork and the questions that make it so that only 2% of the living population of the world can actually donate blood (uhm, that was just me being cynical, given the questions), and then got my iron checked and it was okay. My pulse was a surprisingly low 52, and I drank my usually two pints of liquids.

( Those who are squimish about blood and needles may now depart and leave the Bad Consequences to themselves. )

Bad Consequences to Good Intentions

And I thought I was being good...

... when the coordinator of the blood drive at work wrote to say that there were openings she couldn't fill at 11:20 and 11:30, I dropped by the collection room and asked if they'd both been filled. The scheduling lady said no, and penciled me in and looked me up and there I was, wah la.

So I filled out my paperwork and the questions that make it so that only 2% of the living population of the world can actually donate blood (uhm, that was just me being cynical, given the questions), and then got my iron checked and it was okay. My pulse was a surprisingly low 52, and I drank my usually two pints of liquids.

( Those who are squimish about blood and needles may now depart and leave the Bad Consequences to themselves. )