Roxy had another seizure today while we were at work. Oh, and apparently, I’m the meatball fairy. (Check out the latest entry in the Alabama Shiffmans’ blog.)
Busy day, right? Well, it wore me out. I have an early morning tomorrow at work and then a race Saturday morning, so I’m going to try to get a good night’s sleep.
momma betty
Just wanted to say hello to the meatball fairy! Love you.
Zannah
Thanks, Mom. Love you, too.
Jessica
Hey, that’s cool! I’m sure there are worse things to be than a winged purveyor of magic meatballs.
I discovered this weekend that I’m doomed to be Aunt Floogie for many years to come. Especially now that Alex has a teacher named Jessica. If you say “Jessica” she thinks you’re talking about her teacher, but “Aunt Floogie” is completely unambiguous.
I taught her to go up to Uncle Chuck and say “You’re silly!”
Jessica
Oh, other good news! Jack and Rachel are having another one. And they already know it’s a boy. Fun!
Zannah
Ooh, a matched set! Tell them I said congratulations!
I don’t mind being the meatball fairy, mostly, but I wish I knew what links me to meatballs in her mind. On the other hand, maybe I’m happier not knowing. (“Aunt Zannah is round like a meatball! She must be the meatball fairy!”)