My liver's ears, if it had ears, are burning.
You see... it's pictures are being looked at, compared with past MRI's, dissected, examined, and generally picked apart this afternoon.
I called earlier and was told they were having a meeting to discuss the organ in question and I would be notified of the outcome shortly.
Then I wondered what it would be like to have a job where you meet to discuss peoples livers?
And then I thought of a random fact I learned today.
Did you know that in the time span from Friday morning to Saturday evening your heart pumps enough blood through your body to fill one of those semi tankers that brings gas to gas stations?
I might like whoever's job it is to figure that out, then one that meets to discuss livers.
Then again, I disliked math, so maybe I'd better stick to what I'm currently doing.
And... since I can't tell you the state of my liver, I'll fill you in on a few other things that have been happening around here.
Ignore the grunge around the handles. Someday I'll get to that. The real point here is that for the past six months or so, more water has been coming out of the faucet then the shower head everytime we take a shower.
I've been mildly put out by this, everyone likes a shower with some umph behind it.
Dustin has been deeply disturbed.
The slightly more than a trickle we were getting just wasn't doing it for him.
We debated calling a plumber, but plumbers are so expensive.
Finally he took matters into his own hands.
I will admit I was a doubting Thomas. Dustin doesn't do much with plumbing.
Visions of no shower at all flitted though my mind.
He pulled some parts out. Bought some new ones.
And in about a half hour our water pressure went from a trickle to a well fed water fall. If I had realized what I was missing out on I would have been as disturbed as Dustin.
Way to go sweetie!
When the girls were staying with my mom for a week they started working on something called the HAND.
It's a system to help them remember what they need to do before they leave the house in the morning.
Each finger stands for something.
1. Make bed and clean room
2. Groom (hair, teeth, etc.)
3. Eat a healthy breakfast (pizza doesn't count)
5. Chore (ask mom or grandma)
I wish I could say it always goes smoothly around here, but at least we have some sort of order to follow.
Yesterday was one of those perfect days.
Karis called me back to see a well made, for her, bed, all her toys put away, and wonder of wonders... she had taken out all her shirts and was refolding them so they would be neater.
I was wondering who's child this was?
I am not picky about the order of their drawers. I wish I were, or could be more so, but for right now if it is in the drawer, it's all good.
Far be it from me to discourage neatness. :-)