we are here . . .

The 9TS is a little worse for the wear.  Sitting in a car for 2.5 hours has a tendency to scrunch up his ribs.  While most of us don't even notice, Mel and Anoma have a field day amongst those pairs of curved bones.  They punch and kick, wiggle and bite.  They take out their jackhammers and picks and mine for gold.  They poke and jab, and do karate chops. 

 I entertain myself taking shots with my laptop.  Kidlet is crocheting.  The 9TS, he just wants to go home.

They just stole him for his MRI.  Tomorrow they will do blood work, a C-Scan and we see Dr. K.  THEN we can go home.