Chocolate, anyone?

Danza has a sweet tooth that sometimes puts her in awkward positions. For example, tonight after dinner she got a hunkering for something sweet and no fresh baked cookies or ice cream was to be found in the house. What she did find was a little box of gourmet chocolates that PL gave us a year or more ago. With undivided attention, Danza dove right in. She took a bite of the first morsel, and it didn't taste very good. So she tried another, same result. By the third, she actually looked at the half eaten chunk in her hand and realized that they tasted funny because they had been consumed by mold. The soft gooey middles were enveloped by a nasty green felt.

I was upstairs changing Harrison and I heard her bolt up the stairs and she burst into the nursery with a look of sheer horror on her face. This was 20 minutes ago. I've since convinced her that we don't need to call the doctor and that she might want to swig some vodka to kill the spores. She is currently google'ing what effects the consumption of moldy chocolate could have on a breastfeeding infant.

Anything green and fuzzy in the pictures would be the mold.

I'm assuming she is going to survive, as will Harrison, and I've been giggling for 21 minutes now.

You can't sue a deer

Yesterday a young woman called my office and we discussed a car accident she was involved in. She was a passenger and her driver hit a deer. She explained that her driver could not avoid the accident, and they were in no way at fault. She suffered some whiplash type injuries and has some medical bills to show for it.

She wanted advice on how to get compensated for her lost wages, pain and suffering and the like. I advised her the best I could, but there was no case to make. She did not understand. She knew she could get pain and suffering money, but she wasn't clear on who would be writing the check.

Some of you might remember Wade Blasingame - Dog Attorney. A classic on SNL with Will Ferrell.

After 10 minutes of explaining, I finally had to tell her, and I quote: "You can't sue a deer. Deer do not have insurance and they don't have personal assets for you to chase after."

We get all types of calls at the office, but this one was definitely the best of the week.

The end of "Hank"

Yesterday Danza found the bravery to tell me that she absolutely hates the nickname Hank. "It sounds so 'trucker'." Her words. I tried to explained that 'trucker' was the whole point. Anyway, I'm open to any new nickname suggestions for Harrison. I need several so I can keep some variety in our day-to-day. Let me hear em. I've already nicknamed my friend Andrew Held's new boy Spitfire so that one is out.

And a recent photo of his vaccination wounds. He was happy and smiley during the doctor appointment until the mean nurse stabbed him in the thighs with two giant stainless steel needles. Harrison screamed. Danza cried. Wish I could have been there to soothe...sort of.

Sage post

I was due to get some pictures of Sage up. The first is a ink pen drawing done by Grandma Anne, based on picture number 2 below. The other pics are just random ones that we had.