Aimee's Entry - It's a bird, it's a plane...

Raph, this entry is for you…

- * The Conclusion of the “Rug Burn” Incident * -

I’m not going to repeat the extremely convoluted and utterly confusing conversation that I had with Cameron because it will having you scratching your head and mumbling, “Say what?” So, I’m going to break it down in simple terms.

After a massive amount of reiterating and some serious backtracking, here is Cameron’s explanation for why he laid down on the merry-go-round, allowing his head to drag across the ground as his little pals spun the sucker faster… faster… faster… (the scary part here is that in some crazy, alternate universe his explanation was actually rather logical. Lord help me.)

You see, my sons friend Nicholas baldly insinuated that Cameron could NOT fly. Well, that’s just bullshit. What the hell was that kid thinking? Of course Cameron can fly. Sheesh. The nerve. So, even though Cameron had previously never attempted to fly, he wasn’t about to let some snot nosed preschooler tell him that he couldn’t. Oh no, not my son. His “superhero” complex wasn’t having it. He carefully took in what he had to work with on that paltry playground and decided the merry-go-round would just have to do. You see, he figured if he laid down on his stomach with his head hanging over the side while his pals spun the thing super fast it would make a perfect instrument for lift off. Well, he didn’t achieve lift off but he did get a nice case of rug burn. I think he realizes now, Superman, he is not.

Although, I did have the, “Cameron, you know you can’t fly honey…” talk with him just to be sure.

Yikes.

And Raph, I miss your blog, keep in touch.

I was so happy this afternoon. My mamma called and asked if I wanted to go out to lunch with her because she was going to Skyline Chili and that’s my absolute favorite restaurant, ever. Mmm, it was YUMMY.

I’m so bummed. I have to go back to my immunologist on Monday, I swear I’m becoming a permanent staple in her office. I clearly expect her to pass by me one day and say, “Oh Aimee, you’re still here.” This cold is back in full force and the sad thing is, I’m getting used to it but, my mamma is being persistent that they do something to get rid of it. That new wonder drug, Ketek, didn’t work. Surprise, surprise. And now my mamma is harping hospital stays and IV antibiotics. I will be a very unhappy camper if I have to be hospitalized for this stupid fucking cold. Hypogamm sucks.

Oh, I wanted to thank Jacky for checking me out. I’m glad you enjoyed my mindless babbling ;) So, I played tit for tat and checked you out too. I read at the top of your blog that your entries are about your "life experiences" and I have to tell you, I love how you lay them out like a well written novel. Very nice. I had fun :) I’ll get your blog added to my links ASAP.

Ok, that’s all for me folks. Night.