day twoeightynine - the hits just keep coming

last week there was a banner number of visitors to the site. i'm proud. really. but here's the rub. how many of you have pictures taken of you more than once a week? what I'm trying to say is that there are no new pictures of yours truly. and here are some reasons why:

i have a rash that my doctor attributes to drool. thus it is on my face, but also my hands, and somehow, the back of my legs. the one place my dad hasn't gone is medical school, so he has no insight. and mom used to work in health care, but she is more into the mental stuff. so we believe the doctor, I guess.

i have new teeth coming in, and it hurts like a bugger. so I'm kind of fussy from that.

mom decided that I didn't need milk at midnight and 4 am anymore. so now I have to fast from 7 pm, when I get my last milk, to 6 am, when I get my first milk. rediculous. I've heard Oprah doesn't eat after 7, and I presume she doesn't get up before 6, so she is probably on a similar eating schedule. but she has years of stored food to supplement those 11+ hour stretches. how did I start talking about Oprah? at any rate, this is just another reason I am not photogenic.

it rained both weekend days in the Classic City, so we didn't go out for any photo opps.

regardless, dad is in a contest at school this week in which he has to wear a suit twice. (let me be clear - that isn't the contest. there is more to it than just wearing suits.) But the point is that maybe dad and I can put on a matching suit and take some pics. And I'm going to Madeleine's (sp? Chris: a little help please) baby shower Saturday, with lots of friends, young and old. We just need to get the shutter going on the camera before the Mimosas start flowing too hard. So there may be lots of occasions for me to have pictures taken.

I'm out. It's 6:50. Time for my nightcap.