Just a few snippets from recent days:

What’s making me giggle:

Hayley has a doctor appointment today, just a regular check-up. The receptionist always calls a day or two before any appointments to confirm.

*ring, ring*
George: Hello?
Woman: Can I speak to Hayley please?
George: … Uh… May I ask who’s calling please?!
Woman: I’m calling from Dr. M___’s office to confirm her Thursday appointment… Oh. Oh jeez, I just looked at her file; I didn’t realize she’s only three, sorry about that!

What has given me just a little bit of guilt

Hayley is a jumper. Approximately 5790643 times a day I ask her to stop repeatedly jumping because of the people downstairs (blast this top floor living!). It’s certainly worse when weather keeps us indoors but even if I let her out to run like a wild animal for six straight hours, she’d still jump within five minutes of walking inside.

Last night we were in the bathroom to brush her teeth before bed and she noticed the crack in our floor that goes from one end to the other. Our building dates back to the 70s I think and it’s the original (ugly) floor. We also live in the land of really cold winter and really hot summer, so everything expands and contracts a lot. Thus, the floor crack is not a surprise.

Hayley: Mommy, look! Look at this big crack in the floor!
Sherry: I know!
Hayley: Why is the floor cracked like that?
Sherry: Well, it’s because…
Hayley: Oh! I know why! It’s because I always jump and I broke the floor!
Sherry: Um, well actually…
Hayley: I won’t jump anymore. I don’t want the floor to break all the way to downstairs.
Sherry: But you didn’t… Um. Okay, that’s a really great idea!

Yeah, yeah I’m a terrible mother for letting her believe she cracked the floor. But she hasn’t jumped since last night so I’m just going to enjoy it for as long as it lasts.

What’s irritating the hell out of me:

The upcoming made-for-tv movie on ABC, “Fatal Contact: Bird Flu In America”, where millions of people are dropping dead from a nightmarish pandemic. Great. Just what we need, a movie to create fear-mongering in a general public that already works itself into a tizzy over things that haven’t happened. The promo calls it “one step ahead of the headlines”. I call it “utter crap useful for scaring the shit out of people”. Perhaps by mid-summer we can see a movie where half of North America dies from the mumps! Yay!

Something else that’s making me giggle:

Mildly related to that mini-rant, every time I serve chicken for supper, I refer to it as Avian Bird Flu Surprise. Delicious and nutritious, tastes just like, uh, chicken!

Hmmm, maybe I should get dressed unless I want to go to the doctor’s office in my pajamas.