Three tales about one:
I got my annual TB screening today. And my H1N1 vaccine. Partly because I'm a good public health doobie but mostly because getting a shot was more fun than work. The nurse took my friendliness to be excessive enthusiasm and kept saying things like, "I've never seen anyone so excited for a shot," and "I bet you got the seasonal vaccine already." He also said that of the forty-some people he'd shot up thus far today, I was the first one to bleed. Here's to being number one.
After three failed attempts, I finally tracked Prof. Papa down today and got him to sign a book for my folks. "Feel free," I said, "to write 'your daughter is the greatest student I've ever had.'" With our graded exams sitting right next to us, he declined.
Our long-planned Cuban dinner tonight took a Mexican turn last night and when the restaurant was found closed today, we went Chinese instead. I vetoed Tim and Ranwei and insisted we get only half a Peking duck. It was the only suggestion they listened to but at least I had a voice. Not everyone was so lucky. Though now, three hours later, I'm wishing we had gone for the full instead.
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