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As we were driving home after doing Christmas with my family last night, Goldie started screaming. And howling. And pleading. Saying something or rather about her nose. Whatever, she's two. But it didn't stop. So finally it occurred to ask her if something was in her nose, because, why not? She's two. Yup. She apparently was not sufficiently stimulated on the drive while we were listening to Nat King Cole so she entertained herself by tearing a plastic star off of her tutu and shoving it as far as she could up her nose. We pulled into a Plaid Pantry parking lot in a very iffy spot, but fortunately the toddler screaming followed by my husband screaming as he tried to jam the tweezers from his Swiss army knife up her nose went unnoticed among the gang violence. Finally I totally freaked out and demanded that we go to the hospital where we waited 4 hours for someone to dig the thing out. She won't be doing that again.

As for Fever Watch 2007, the misery of the fever is being eclipsed by glands in my neck of freakish proportions. Also the appearance of a fever blister. We have a fancy-ish dinner to go to tonight where I am sure everyone will have a good time staring at THAT THING ON MY LIP. Things are getting merrier all the time.