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[seldnei]

I took the Zweeble to the park this morning, and lemme tell ya, I am Queen of arriving at the park when the playground is deserted. Which works for me all right, but the boyo likes to see other kids occasionally. So we strolled around the place and by the time we were done with that, other kids had begun invading the playground, so we got to do the hold-my-fingers-while-I-lurch-like-a-drunken-zombie thing amongst and around other small, hurtling humanoids. It was fun. I tried to convince the Zweeb to go down some of the smaller slides by himself, but he was having none of that. It was the big slides or nothing, and if that meant Mom had to go with, then so be it--the Zweeble is secure enough in his masculinity and cool points to slide with the Mom.

Also, if you're enough of an athlete that you're drinking a quart-bottle of Gatoraid on the soccer field, don't you think you can walk/sprint/cartwheel the extra three feet to the garbage can with your empty bottle? And if you're concerned that there is no recycling bin at the park (let's not get me started), then shouldn't you haul the bottle back to your car and from there to your personal recycle bins? That's what I do, and I am a wuss.

dealio went to the allergists' last week for his shots and came home that night with a 102-degree fever. Same thing happened a couple weeks ago, as well. They tell you to mention this sort of thing, and our regular doctor seemed to think that this would cause them to change his shot dosage. So at today's shots he mentioned it ... and got told he must have caught a bug. Um. O ... kay. So we're going to see how tonight goes, and if he spikes a fever or throws up or basically acts in any way not dealio-esque, I'm calling the allergist tomorrow and riot acts will be read. Or, well, an appointment with an actual doctor will be made, and then riot acts will be read.

Lots of burrowing owls out lately. That's a happy thing. Hawk in the nighborhood--cool, not quite so happy for me and my songbirds.