Bushwhacked

Ten minutes before leaving the house, Dylan informs me of a sharp, "bad," pain in his belly. He proceeds to lay on the floor. I tell Dylan to go upstairs to his room to lay down while I called the doctor. After contacting his doctor, letting them know that I think he has appendicitis, Dylan comes downstairs to tell me that it was just a big poop in the way. Lovely. Get in the car, poo boy.

Pictures went off without a hitch. They were being taken when I came to pick D up from school. He smiled, didn't freak out on anyone, and looked great. I rushed him right out of there before too many people were offended by Jordan's growing diaper, stopping only at Dylan's cubby for informative school papers first. This is what I get: (minus the black outs though)

WTF? Dylan's preschool is on a college campus. I understand Bushy Baby will be on the campus, but in the preschool? I doubt it. Is he going to refund me for one day of paid child care? I didn't think so. Not much of a notice either. He's just adding to my list of reasons. Jerk.

Also, please take note of my new Lady of Leisure (which I may change to Goddess of Leisure) picture in your upper right. I love me some photoshop.