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January 23, 2004

And This Is My Other Brother Darryl

We finally got some halfway decent snow this week. Giselle complains to no end about how cold and miserable it is at recess, with descriptions of all these frowny, grimacing kids huddled up against the building waiting to be let back in. Heheh. I try not to let on that I find it in any way amusing. I tried to get by with not shoveling the first day, but after an embarrassing episode of trying in vain to spin up my sloped, frictionless driveway a couple days ago, I figured it was way past time to get the tires replaced. Because, why shovel when you can upgrade and increase your traction instead?

So yesterday I drove over to Discount Tire, talked to a guy named Russ and asked for a quote on a pair of Michelin Destiny tires. (That's right, I didn't ask for a price, I asked for a 'quote'. Ugh.) Then I got back to the office, called up Big O Tires, and talked to a guy named...Russ...and asked for an 'estimate'. Feh. Then I called up Anderson Tire, talked to...Russ...and asked 'how much' for the tires. I had finally managed to de-market my vocabulary, but I was starting to wonder if all the tire store phone lines were manned by that same dude I spoke to at DT. I mean, Russ, is definitely an all-around great mechanic/tire store guy name. But 3 out of 3? That's a little too life-imitates-stereotype, even for my tastes.

Harrison came down with a hefty rash all over his body, so Amanda took him to see the doc. After some various probings and proddings, they determined he probably had strep throat and that it was most likely leading to the rash. That was a new one for me. I didn't know strep could break your kid out in raging facial & full-body acne. So they put him on antibiotics, and verified yesterday that the culture came back positive for strep. I don't know if that boy just has a high internal pain threshold, or if the infection just hits people different. Because I know when I've had it, the screaming pain is all I can think about. But he hadn't said a word about his throat or neck hurting, he just hadn't been eating very well. Gotta learn to read the signs man.

Posted by Jeremy at January 23, 2004 1:46 PM