I'm feeling a bit emotionally taxed right now.  My grandfather is in the hospital right now.  As far as I know it is nothing life-threatening, but he is having some health issues.  My girls are recovering from colds, and I don't want to risk passing a virus to my already ailing grandpa (or anyone else at the hospital that can't afford to catch anything).  This means that I have been unable to go visit him.  Any of you who know me are well aware that I am not coping well with this.  I feel helpless and out of the loop.  I don't like it.
    But I don't write that kind of blog, so...
Baby Duck has been begging for months to rent "Santa Buddies" and I finally gave in today.  I let her watch it while she was eating her dinner.  Near the end, I asked her if she was liking the movie.  While devouring a piece of Italian bread, she said, "Yes.  It's very puppyish... and chewy."
Ladybug was walking around tonight saying, "Happy Halloween!" out of nowhere, which was not quite as funny as her singing 'The Hairbrush Song':  "Oh wheeeeere is my hairbrush? Oh whereohwhereohwhereohwhereohwheeeeeere.... is my hairbrush?" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtHr7gluh08 if you're not familiar with it.)

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