My child has an ingrown toenail. An ingrown toenail that looks red and hot and nasty and painful. In addition to that she is exhausted. Completely and totally exhausted. So when the hub and I decided to do some home surgery on the toe, at her request, it was entertaining...in a horrible screaming way. My father used to do surgery on my toe. Soak it in Epsom salts, shove a big wad of cotton under the nail. If that didn't get it all the way, a sterilized needle stuck into the bad part to relieve the pressure. It hurt like, well it hurt a lot, but it worked. So when she requested the needle treatment, we looked at her to make sure she was serious. The next ten minutes included screaming and attempts to squeeze my fingers off my hand and allegations of abuse and thanks for pressure relief. What a fun way to spend the evening after a hard day.
Our favorite radio personality, Frank Murphy, is leaving our favorite morning show. He isn't leaving the area, but we are heartbroken. The hub has followed him since he was in the DC area on the Don and Mike show. We will still follow him on Twitter and his blog and find him at locations if he is there, but it won't be the same. This is a good opportunity for him and we excite in his promotion. But a bright light in our morning has dimmed...sigh.
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