My sister has informed that I either need to post, or let my blog die a natural death.
Ok, already! I'll write something!
What I want to say tonight is this: I hate being on call. I hate the feeling that you might, at any time, have to hurry up and get to work. And if you do, you have to take care of a mom in labor. It's not that I don't like doing labors, they are just high stress.
Ok, that's my rant. On the good side, I can do stuff around the house until I do get called like . . . dum-da-dum . . . Laundry! We finally got that washer and dryer, and it sure has been nice.
Tomorrow I'm going to try to post a picture of my new favorite possession . . .
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