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CRAP!√&!%#! ...  Can I say that?  It's how I feel.  I'm not one to complain (much), but things haven't been going as planned.  As I mentioned yesterday, I slipped on the stair while carrying...

my sweet little girl Pipi.  At my visit yesterday with the Hand Specialist I found that the fractures are considerably worse than first thought.  I will be in this goofy and totally awkward splint for 8 (yes, eight !√&!%#!) weeks. 

In addition to my finger, my sweet little girl Pipi ate an entire chocolate orange plus the foil.  And, no, it was not a milk chocolate orange, the safer bet.  It was the dark chocolate orange which is ever so more toxic.  She had her stomach pumped, is taking Pepcid AC, and I had to monitor her heart rate the first night to make sure it didn't exceed 150 beats per minute.  And... during this emergency visit we discovered she has another corneal ulcer on her "good" eye. This past summer was spent seeing a canine ophthalmologist for six weeks to clear up the first corneal ulcer on what we now call the "bad" eye.  And, if things couldn't get any worse, I have a plasterer at my house creating a fine white dust that is finding its way everywhere.  But, I promise you, I will get back to doing what I want to be doing... baking!  What would Christmas be without cookies? I could, however, use a couple of good elves.

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