Yesterday, Son16 had one of his regular check-ups with the specialist who prescribes meds related to his disabilities. And they always do a variety of tests to check therapeutic levels, impact of side effects, etc. Height, weight, blood tests, naming the states in reverse alphabetical order. Anyway, yesterday they tested his Body Mass Index. At dinner he was sharing this story and informed the family that he scored a 21 and 21 was 'desirable'. We nearly peed ourselves laughing over that one.
Hey, ladies, I've got a BMI of 21...wanna hang out?
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Hi! I followed your link from EmeryJo's site...
Just wanted to say that my husband and I are TOTALLY ADDICTED to Lost. Whoa. When we get home from work, we play with our son & anxiously await his bedtime when we MIGHT FIND OUT WHO THE OTHERS ARE. We have watched all of Season 1 and started Season 2, many many thanks to Netflix.
What a great show. Does it say something bad about our lives that watching those shows is about my favorite part of the day? (apart from when my baby boy smiles at me or laughs out load, which are indescribeably great).
Also, when I first clicked on your link, I thought it read "Notes from my Coroner" not "... my Corner." And for a split second I thought maybe you ran a funeral home? Wierd. Sorry. Notes From My CORNER; got it.
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