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1:42 p.m. - January 06, 2003 My husband went in for his physical today. He called me after he was all done to tell me that he passed out when they tried to take blood. My first thought was "How embarassing". He sounded all traumatized and all. Poor guy. Luckily he didn't fall out of the chair, he just sort of slumped over. I'll be taking him back Wednesday for a re-take. He's fighting me but he knows he needs to get it done. This is the man who almost knocked the dr. over trying to catch his babies as they were being born and cut the cord and didn't flinch. Men. I had another lesson in living from my son yesterday. He wanted breakfast, eggs, toast, bacon and sausage, the whole shebang. I himmed and hawwed because I didn't really want to fix it. I told him it took too long and wouldn't cereal be a better alternative. His comeback to me was "Well if you get started right away it will get done sooner, right"? I hope he remembers this when I remind him that his room will get clean faster if starts now! Boys. I'm going to go dump out my coffee and pore a Pepsi. Should've done that to begin with. cu � � |