Don't you hate 'em? The way they casually sneak out of your nasal orifice when you least suspect it like, for instance:

1. First dates
2. Job interviews
3. Military inspections

I, personally, am very aware of them, and even though I may not be an Adonis of sorts, I feel that they should be groomed if not physically ripped out of my nose.

And here's an interesting fact: if the temperature drops below, say, minus 20 degrees Celsius like it did this morning, nose hairs huddle and freeze together, or they freeze to the inside of you nostrils making it oddly uncomfortable to scrunch your nose.

Went to the lab yesterday to have blood taken. Rylee actually wanted to come and watch, but I was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to, so I asked Kristen and Rylee to wait in the waiting room while this was done. When I was called in, a nice lab tech, whose name I can't just recall at the moment (but she was very sweet), started to do her thing. She had to take four vials of blood which she said amounted to less than a table spoon. I was actually surprised by this as the vials looked rather large. I casually mentioned that my youngest daughter wanted to watch, and, to my surprise, the lab tech said she could if she wanted to.

She went out to get Rylee, made the mistake of asking Kristen as well whom can't even stand the word "blood," and brought Rylee back to watch. She was riveted as soon as she saw the vials filling, and she asked if it hurt. It didn't really, and I've never had a problem with needles. I'm sure deep down I have a bit of a phobia of being stabbed with something sharp (as opposed to something dull, I guess), but I'm sure this is just natural as I haven't heard of too many people being addicted to self pier...Wait! Scratch that! I guess with all the piercings in various areas and tattoos that the previous statement would have been completely wrong.

Anyway, Rylee's watching the vials fill, and the lab tech is talking her through it. All of a sudden Rylee starts saying stuff like she's used to blood because she's seen Jurassic Park and there was this scene where this guy was sitting on the toilet and he would have been fine except for that he moved and so he was eaten by a T-Rex. Yes, without all the necessary punctuation. The lab tech and I both agreed out loud that Rylee's diatribe wasn't quite the same as what I was going through.

Once done I had to do the ol' peeing in a cup thing. Rylee and I both decided that she wasn't watching that. Funny, though. After I was done, she snuck into the bathroom to open the cupboard door to make sure the cup was actually there. There were two cups (someone else's sample was there first), and she asked if mine was the full one. Out loud. In front of everyone. What a rascal.

I had to have my knees x-rayed after that, and I wish I could say that Rylee and Kristen were well behaved while I was getting this done, but I came out to the waiting room to find them both on the floor, Rylee crying and Kristen on top of her. Sheesh! How embarrassing!

I was to hungry to get too mad since I wasn't allowed to eat anything that day till I had finished giving blood. Thank goodness there were chicken quesadillas waiting for us at home. Leftover never tasted so good!

I'm not going to mention a comic posting every time it's done, but I have to direct you to Wednesday's comic. I'm not at the quality I want yet, but the first panel (besides the fire) I am proud of. It just worked well. That, and I like the girls in the last pane. I have to say that this one is very tongue-in-cheek since to my recollection Michelle has never actually broken my neck.