Shots, anyone who knows me know I hate
shots. No not the kind that follows with
lime and salt I mean actually shots in the arm or other places if you are so
lucky that day. Well whenever we have
moved internationally a small panic rises inside of me knowing that I am going
to have injected into my body some strange chemical that is not going to make
me want to dance on barstools. Today it
was my kids turn. Poor things, so far 3
kids and 4 shots and 2 having blood drawn to find their blood type. I kind of feel like we are getting ready for
the Hunger Games. After guilt set in I
took Erin for an outfit, see it is familiar to the HG's, and Andrew got a
milkshake. Ryan got his on another day
and he got nothing since his was for the sake of going to college and better
have him understand what the difference is between shots now! Jack's day will come soon. My day has been put off until June. Yipee!
Gotta love procrastination.
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