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May. 11th, 2004 12:42 pmMy brother's surgery went well, although they had to put him under to slice off some stuff that wasn't supposed to grow back after the last time they cut it off. I've decided that Eric is a differently evolved child, since he's always growing things where Things Should Not Grow. (That bone that was growing on the outside of his ear is a great example. Bones? Ears? Not healthy.) We're like an after school special, the three of us: don't do drugs when pregnant. It only backfires.
Ever my child, he's trying to convince my stepmother to let him go to school rather than staying out the next few days to recover. Nature or nurture, I ask you.
Also, because things are never not strange, my dress isn't here yet, my voice is all wonky and I occasionally sound like a 13 year old boy, and my 19 year old step cousin is getting married this month. To a boy in the Army, of all grotesqueries. There's also a story in there about a festering nipple piercing, but I'll leave you out of that one.
Ever my child, he's trying to convince my stepmother to let him go to school rather than staying out the next few days to recover. Nature or nurture, I ask you.
Also, because things are never not strange, my dress isn't here yet, my voice is all wonky and I occasionally sound like a 13 year old boy, and my 19 year old step cousin is getting married this month. To a boy in the Army, of all grotesqueries. There's also a story in there about a festering nipple piercing, but I'll leave you out of that one.
