Speaking of false alarms....
We found the elusive Pictionary die. Actually, Husband found it. In the couch. Apparently the Bug never swallowed it, so the x-ray, weeks of waiting, worrying...all for naught. I'd much rather have it this way, though, than have that thing in the Bug's system. Crisis averted. This time.
Happy birthday, Grandma! Hope your cake was scrumptious!
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