"Sometimes It Has To Breathe"

So I had a post planned for today (tonight)...well, as much as I plan any post. Ok, I was going to sit down and start typing about one thing and see where it ended up. And then put in a cute kid picture to distract you from whatever headache I'd just written. But I got side tracked. First it was CSI and the season premiere of Gill's last... uh, season. Shut up. Haven't watched it for awhile but he's leaving and then Lawrence Fishburn will be taking over. LAWRENCE FISHBURN! Ya, so that rolled into the emotional roller coaster of Grey's Anatomy after which I was going to come down and write something. Then Life on Mars came on. Totally forgot it was on tonight. First episode was pretty good. Which means some network flunky who deserves to be staked to the ground will decide to cancel it after I really get into it. Some people just deserve to die. It's true.

So here's a picture of my other niece who just had to have a few teeth pulled. Werewolves run in my family. She had a few too many incisors and the neighbours were beginning to talk she had to get a few removed to look 'normal.' Society is really hard on little girls.



Mikayla is only six and werewolf teeth are pretty big, as you can imagine, so they had to put her under for the extractions. Apparently whatever drugs they used on her made her pretty gassy. After a particularly earth shattering release my sister asked her if she had to go to the bathroom. She replied, "My bum was holding it's breath but sometimes it has to breathe."