Your egg whites are yellow

Wednesdays.  My new favorite day. 

It was a slow start - I had a headache - neckache - jawache thingie going on; and the boy-o was home another day with the PINK.

I had to work - BOO - for a bit this morning in preparation of a 6 hour (really? 6 hours?) conference call scheduled for tomorrow. 

Then it was onto projects! YAY.  I made some good progress with doing the labels on photoshop (no easy task for the computer impaired).

And then ran off to my office to print them.  The printer kept burping up crap on the left column, but I only need five viable ones so I think I will be o.k.



I rewarded myself with a little latte (still no coffee maker - and still headache-y, I was sure caffeine would help).  I did a little reading.














And found a new friend.

Fun discovery - extra cards and envelopes - randomly in the order.  They will re- print my erred (not a word) cards for 50% off. So I think I will do the worst one over again.  Have 5 of the individual cards packaged for sale.  Will keep at the rest - maybe make an appt. for this weekend to show them to my first card shop. Kinda makes me wanna throw up and cheer all at the same time. 

Dad Report: My conversation with Dad today was a little late and because I verbally started it differently than I typically do - it took him awhile to recognize who I was.  I try to keep our calls in roughly the same pattern to help him gain a foothold and track the conversation.  Knowing the beginning and ending of things -- helps him. 

He hasn't had a lot of activity this week I don't think at the place where he lives - he gets a little more shut down.  My brother, Mark and I lamented about this last night - how daily interaction would do so much for him - and how frustrating it is that we don't have more control over that possibility.

This evening we went on a family road trip to find the daughter some bloomers.  I mean, pants. We were all a bit giddy - it was fresh and breezy out - and we rarely leave our immediate little world at night. 

While shopping was not at all successful - we still had a bit of fun. At some point, boy-o turned to his Poppa, looked him square in the eyes and said "your egg whites are yellow."

I love shit like that -- the perfect mis-spoken phrase.  We all had a good giggle.