So, on the way to work this morning, I heard this story on NPR.
And I totally fucking fell for it. I told nine people and then was so incensed that I went to research it to post about it here only to find out it was a hoax.
I should have known. I mean, the sanctioned ring tones were the most annoying things I'd ever heard. Give 'em a listen. I can't believe how annoying they are.
Sometimes I'm so gullible.
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Do you know what we infertiles have been missing? A film festival. Dramalish turned me on to this. Very fucking cool! I'm working my way through all the films. Enjoy, but be warned; some of these films pack a serious emotional punch. A few left me weeping very hard.
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Speaking of film I'm planning on buying a webcam so I can do audio posts with Tori. How cool will that be? I just need to find a webcam that will work with our EMac (no, it doesn't come with one. EMac, not IMac). Oh, and one that will make me look really, really skinny. I'm a little nervous about it because I'm sure once you all hear my tone of voice, you will realize that I'm not nearly as nice a person as you all seem to think I am.
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I went on a little Tori-related shopping spree recently. I'll have her model these later, but I got her these shoes (oh my god, how fucking cute are those?). I wanted to get her this t-shirt, but I decided to pass for now. I do think it would be an excellent gag gift for my Christian friends. Heh.
Instead, I got her this, this, this, and this.
And I bought this dress I've been dreaming about since before Tori told us she was a girl. I think she'll wear it to her first birthday party.
Nobody should let me have access to a credit card.
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Tori's little unexplained fever decided to explain itself by leaving a bright red rash all over Tori's neck and chest (thanks, anonymous commentor, for pointing THAT out). The "What to Expect The First Year" book (the only parenting book I haven't tossed--by the way, why does the UK version have a less insipid cover?) was helpful for the second time in a week (it also had great suggestions re: finger foods. I would NEVER have thought of meatballs) in providing a diagnosis, confirmed by our pediatrician's office: Roseola. Thankfully, she's already over it.
Our little girl. Getting diseases with names. Yikes.
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How is your day going?
