Oy, I miss being able to fill out forms with aplomb. I filled out as much of the insurance forms as I could, then took them to the bank for the necessary stamps and had the teller help me fill out the rest.
Unfortunately, that little excursion sapped all my strength, and I laid on the couch whining for the rest of the afternoon. Husbinator built me a fire, but I was stiiiiiill whiny. Then Shira (my across-the-street neighbor) came by just to say hi, as she occasionally does. I've got news for you people: visiting sick people really can make them feel better. Well, it can make them feel better physically. It can also make them hear the drums of doom when they realize that their 18-month-old follows Hebrew directions much better than he follows English directions. I'd like to believe that's also due to Shira (a) being a trained pre-school teacher and (b) not being BSM's mother, but I really do think the Hebrew has something to do with it. It's time for me to stop lapsing into Hebrew when I talk to BSM and stick to the English, mon.
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