Two Ridiculous Things

This morning we took the little angel to the walk-in hours at the pediatrician's office because she had a weird rash on her wee tushie.  The early-morning doc ordered a platelet count because he detected petechia which can mean something as mind-blowingly horrible as spinal meningitis or as bland as, well, trauma caused by too-tight diapers. Put that choice in your pipe and smoke it.

While I was waiting four hours for the results of said lab tests and desperately trying to concentrate on editing a training manual, I happened to walk past the television my mother was watching (guardian angel that she is, she who makes my daughter sleep through the night for the first time in four days with her very presence) and see George Bush.  The sight of George Bush never does anything positive for my blood pressure. Today he was talking about how sometimes people give up on kids learning to read and write, and isn't that sad.  Can you imagine how sad it is to let someone ignorant slip through the sytem?  Can you fucking imagine? WHEN MIGHT THAT EVER HAPPEN?

Ahem.  George?  This from someone who said, "Wow, Brazil is big?"  I'll save my diatribes about all the children and presidents who've been left behind for another day when I'm not trying to make up for lost time.

Happy weekend.