This is the life…

July 7, 2009

Only Niece is in bed again, having spent the morning eliminating every meal she’s had over the last two weeks. She’s not a happy camper at the moment, and I can’t really blame her. Sadly, she has her father’s stomach. If she had her mother’s stomach, it would be made of cast iron, and she could tolerate pretty much anything.

In other news, the whisky shoot was fine last night, if sparsely attended. It’s a shame, really, because it used to be a fun time had by all. Right now, though, the worry is that the Celtic Festival on Saturday may be the last, if it rains as expected. I’d hate to see that happen. It’s only been going for 14 years, though, which isn’t enough to be able to recover from a couple of bad weather years in a row.

Meh. What will be might suck, but it will be. And with those words of wisdom, I’m off to deal with the day.


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