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Joe. Many thanks to Joe, who pulled together when I had serious doubts that he intended to do so.

Birthday. My twenty-ninth birthday, on May 1st, was a particularly miserable day. Nobody remembered, except Lee, and he didn’t even say “Happy Birthday” until I told him to. I was upset. Twenty-nine. No “Happy Birthday.” Well, maybe depressed is a better word, except when you get depressed, you don’t get snippy. So I was upset:

Remiss. Man, have I been slacking on the blog. I’ll try to remedy that.

Updates. Briefly, Ray’s teething. She’s had a 101F axillary fever since Saturday; we took her to the doc today. –Oh yeah, she might also have a viral infection. She has a a ring of drool around her neck. And two new teeth so far. She’s at 26 pounds and 32 and 3/4 inches. So that

Road Trip. We’ve all safely returned from the SD road trip. We missed Mike (sorry, Mike!) but caught everyone else. The family gathering for my side of the family was too big for my tastes; I have a hard time dealing with that many people at once, unless I can ride herd on a basement

Tax day. It might help to kick the cat. If you have a cat. Seriously, though, when payday and tax day fall on the same day, it’s hard to be as bitter as you could be. The little accountant on my shoulder (no, I don’t listen too often) releases his breath. Phew. I don’t think

Mmmm…Chocolate. We may have to go out on a chocolate outing.

Curious George: as Ray continues to read books, I discover that curious George receives much more cooing, chattering, and pseudo-counting (she can count up to one real well) than any other book she’s read so far today.

Road Trip. Going to SD (various locations) over Easter, Thursday through Monday. Hm…where is that old box of Mindtrap cards?

Taxes. While I sit here, finishing up the taxes Lee completed for the most part this morning, Ray sits beside me in her Ray-sized chair and reads books. She doesn’t have a big enough lap for the larger books to sit steadily, so turning pages is a process: hang onto the page you’re going to