Dawn Is Me

This is my kitchen wall.

Somehow, it fits my household, and my family, perfectly.

Who says innovation is the sole province of white-coated dudes in labs that work for universities and cutting-edge businesses?

Innovation can happen in the kitchen with the help of hair appliances, gloves and cardboard.

Randomness.

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Gina’s home. We helped her to load her stuff in the car when we went to get her yesterday. She packed in typical college student fashion, with an interesting mix of actually-packed stuff, loosely packed stuff and just stuff.

So, when I was trying to help her with her stuff and her attempts at juggling seemed poised for disaster, here is what my uber-cool college student daughter said to me:

“Nooooo! Not my teddy bear! Not my teddy bear!”

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I guess I was wrong. Having health insurance really does make a difference to how much attention you pay to your health.

Major dental work is about to happen in the household. I’m tickled pink because I’m looking at a pain-free mouth with which I can eat the foods I prefer to eat.

Spouse is bummed because it’s all making him feel old.

Perspective is everything.

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Kimmie says that she likes to chew on her boyfriend’s head when he lays it on her shoulder.

For the record, she doesn’t actually chew it. She sort of mouths it.

I asked her if that’s what she did when she was not in a position to interact with the guy’s other head.

She declined to answer. Well, actually, what she said was, “I hate you.”

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Note from Ricky’s teacher:

Just a quick note to let you know that Richard was unprepared for class numerous times this week. His brain is swirling with information about minerals and crystals, but the papers and pencils are not there.

My response:

Guess he has trouble with graphite and wood, huh? I’ll exchange some words with him, thanks for letting me know.

That settles it. The boy needs a secretary.