It was a gamble to forgo flu shots for all of us. It’s one I knew I might lose, but I’ve never bothered and I simply couldn’t bring myself to make the girls get it knowing our pediatrician refuses to use the thermosal-free vaccines. Well, this afternoon Bruce barfed in the bathroom (don’t you just love how many verb choices there are for “vomit”?), and within hours I was on the hunt for flu medicine for him and the flu mist for me. Three pharmacies later I learned that only one pharmacy around here has the latter–all the way over in Nipomo–and that you must be “high-risk” in order to get it, prescription or not. I told the woman on the phone my situation, and it seemed like she wasn’t going to make my life too difficult if I was willing to lie. But I’m not.

I’m sure my magnanimity will be quite comforting as I’m spewing into the toilet this weekend.

This may, however, get us out of going to a lot of holiday parties coming up, which might not be a bad thing. Bruce already blew off his precious soccer party last night. He just plum forgot, and we figure this was the plague starting to get him. He was horrified to realize this late last night because he was scheduled to bring the ice cream for the team–but since they complained about the flavors he picked last year, f-’em, I say.

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Links! Links!

The Movable Type 3 Bible is out. Sadly, this only brings the number of books on Movable Type to a whopping…two.

Lost Frog (the story behind this).

Now here’s some fabulous Christmas presents:

Subversive crossstich

Silly hats

USB Christmas tree

Protect your banana