Very unexpectedly this little piggy flew to New York with less than a day’s notice to appear on the Rachael Ray show, while my wee ones flew to the pediatrician’s office for their wee little piggy flu vaccinations. The truth is, I dread everything medical related when it comes to the beans, so I’m glad to have missed that appointment. There will be more appointments. L. Beckett has a followup brain and spine MRI the first week of November that’s already making me feel like I just licked a bunny.
The beans were just tickled pink by the H1N1 mist, which Phil and I made sure to read up on before making the decision. They phoned me just now to tell me it tickled. "And," Abigail added, "I want you to bring a mouse from airplane for Abby." Phil tells me they told him kids under 9 years old should come back in a month for another dose. Awesome, another thing on which I’ll have to read up.
In the meanwhile, a girl’s got to figure out what in the hell to wear on national TV ("jewel tones, no patterns, no white," I was told). I’ll be having dinner with my girls at Table 8 (having already been to the fun 8 oz. in LA), and I’ll be sure to let everyone know when the show will air. I have to say, I love the spontaneity in it. It kinda makes me want to just wing it in terms of what I’m wearing. I mean, no one really cares anyway, right? Eh, just in case, I must now "get thee to Intermix."