And now Tropical storm Wali is on its way to drown all my plants. The skies have cleared and gone over all innocent, to lull us into planning beach barbeques.
Also thriving, besides my very impressive and important potted herbs: Zenny’s noggin. At her follow-up appointment, Zenny tried to box the doctor, and when they used the opportunity to sneak in her latest round of immunizations, she saw the nurse with her tray of needles, flipped over, and tried to hide her legs in my armpit. “Smart!” they said. “Feisty!” they said. And then they held her down and stabbed her, anyway. Them’s the breaks, kid.
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