When I was pregnant with the girls, right around month six or seven, I was sitting at my dad's house, looking out the window, which had venetian blinds on it. The blinds were down, but open, so that one could see between the slats. I noticed that the lines were "wrinkled." Wavy. The lines were … Continue reading Histoplasmosis and Macul-argh Issues
Remember how I told you yesterday that my dad was a hippie? Yeah. I give you the state's Exhibit A: I rest my case. I think his sentence should be to smoke three doobs and call me in the morning.