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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The Icing On the Cake

Poor Natty. Here he is, saying, “Cake. Want ice cream cake.” I had bought one at Emack and Bolio’s, half vanilla, half mud pie, pink icing, plus a pint of low-carb caramel pecan (for Laura and me, to celebrate Kim’s and Paul’s birthdays. They stopped off here for dinner last night on their way to Cape Cod, where we will soon join them.) and some hot fudge. Natty waited patiently for his cake, but his bowels were not patient; turns out he picked up the stomach virus that had been making the rounds at his camp. Probably his 3 a.m. puking Saturday night should have clued me in, but I’m such an optimist, I thought it was all the excitement from the trip. I should have known; barfing is usually not Nat’s preferred mode of expressing excitement. Animated silly talk is, but his puppet hand had yielded no clues, either. Oh well, the cake was good; yes, I snipped some of it; it is that kind of lovely eating habit of mine that probably contributed to my skyrocketing cholestrol. F***ing Atkins. Well, why blame the fat dead man? He never said it was okay to eat fat, protein, and then pig out on chocolate (the mother lode of carbs).
I have no one but myself to blame, to quote Bob Weir yet again from Mexicali Blues.

I think Ben might be getting it, too. But really, enough of this _ _ _ _.


Poor B and Nat. Being sick is miserable. (And poor you for having to take care of them! Yuck!)

— added by I Wax Poetic on Thursday, August 23, 2007 at 12:35 pm

Oh gosh, Susan! Tell me no one yacked on your beautiful costume?? Feel better!

— added by Kim Rossi Stagliano on Thursday, August 23, 2007 at 8:03 pm

Feel better soon hon!!!

— added by Jen on Sunday, August 26, 2007 at 6:14 pm

Just a note to say that I am still lurking. I hope all is well with you. I notice you are too busy too blog and I hope it is for good reasons. I have my mom reading your book right now, so we’ll be ready for the next one. I also wanted to let you know that Chance is on a waiting list for ABA in-home therapy. We’ll see how much longer he has to be mainstreamed. He is also going to horse riding lessons for people with DD’s. It is going well. I hope we can find his niche one of these days…like a piano teacher for auties??? Miracles do happen, right? Be well, Susan. -Tina G.

— added by Anonymous on Tuesday, August 28, 2007 at 12:32 pm

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