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galagan had an Important Meeting at work today, so he went in, and the girly and I are on our own! She's asleep right now, so I was able to grab a little breakfast, and have some tea, etc. We'll see how it goes today - she's a little stuffed up because she and I are both coming down with galagan's cold - but as she is unable to blow her nose like I can, she just snorts and wheezes and gets unhappy and fussy.

Hee. When she was born, she was a bit congested (common in newborns) - and so when she cried, she would snort loudly on the inhalations between cries. So her first nickname in the hospital was Little Piggy, and sometimes when she started really crying hard, we would just get the giggles because the piggy snorts were so funny. She still does this, but much less often now.

Other nicknames (we don't actually call her the Electric Baby aloud): Stinker, Wriggler, Zonker (which is evolving into Miss Harris). Or just "girly".

My father just called. A story from my childhood: when I was very little, I went to a private Lutheran school (because I started kindergarten at such an early age, they were the only school that would accept me). So, we had religion class regularly, and little Jewish girl that I was, I was generally clueless in those classes and only vaguely knew what was going on. So one day, I came home and asked my mother (who was born Protestant and knows these things) "What's Monday Thursday?" It took her a while to decipher - but I had heard them talking about Maundy Thursday, and heard "Monday" (I was probably only 5 years old or so). For the longest time, I couldn't remember if it actually happened on a Monday or a Thursday.... Anyway - I forget about this every year, until my dad calls me to remind me, saying "it's your favorite day of the year!" As I just said to him, I need a ritual or a tradition of some sort to mark this day.