A Call From the Bird Talker

For Zoe:

Zoe called me up and was like, “Mom! Listen to this.” Then she proceeded to Arm Pit Fart for about 30 seconds. She found it entirely hilarious.

She’s totally my child.

I remember she was little when she saw something on tv that said if you put spaghetti in your armpit (although then she called them armpins) that you could make a farting noise. She totally tried it too one night. What a mess.


I have 3 doctor appointments tomorrow. Nine, 9:30 and 1:30. I emailed them today and said that I’m still having low grade fevers. I am just losing faith that they can figure out what’s wrong with me.

I don’t even want to think about the insurance mess I’m fixin to be in. Sis #1 is trying to help me figure it all out, so I’m not going to worry about it.

I can do this. It’s been a long week of missing my Zoester.

Your assignment today is to try to do something immature and childish – like armpit fart. Or do a cartwheel. Play with Play Doh or squirt a water gun. Zoe just made me crack up tonight. I want to see that squeezer so bad.