nothing beats being snuggled under a blanket fresh from the dryer. and because of that, i will be unable to post adequately about how punkin had a horrible, no-good. very bad day -- which included another trip to the ENT and a new bottle of ear drops for me to torture him with.
i did meet some ... err... interesting people in the waiting room; one delivered her baby at 36 centimeters instead of the full 40 (ya, she meant weeks, but she didn't KNOW THAT) and another who apparently doesn't want to support slave labor in china and therefore scours second-hand stores for tableclothes with which to make kitchen towels. she also gave birth to seven babies, had a daycare for 35 years, and her last pregnancy culminated with a c-section and apparently the discover some "hidden" babies that had passed away at various stages in utero.
and no, they weren't telling ME this information, at least not directly; they were telling each other. loudly. from across the room. the guy next to me was bugging out trying to read his book, especially once i -- of course -- got dragged into the conversation as well when she asked me if i know where to buy organic meat. she then proceeded to tell me where to buy local organic meat, so i think it MIGHT have been a ploy for attention after 36 centimeters left.