Let’s recap yesterday’s events.

I took my son to the doctor, where he was poked and prodded approximately eighteen thousand times.  He did not like this.  And my son does not cry.. he yelps.  Screams.  Like this:

BLAH!  BLAH!  BLAH!

You know, for HOURS.

When I got back to work, I printed out my Vagina Monologues piece in anticipation of our run through tonight.

Could not find the print-out.  As in, it never made it to our printer. (more…)