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The ladies have a slight cold, and thus we missed story time at the library this morning due to morning crankiness. Too bad, because that would have been just about their speed. We'll try to make it next week. I don't know if we'll make it out anywhere big at all this week; maybe just a walk down to the store and back this afternoon or tomorrow. The need to run off excess energy is somewhat mitigated due to illness, at least.

So, I promised you a note about their performance on the mic at cindymonkey's. Giving them the mic was actually an attempt to divert them from messing with the musicians' instruments during a break between sets. Well, it worked a little too well. April entertained the crowd with a long monologue in Martian, then they sang a little duet of Feist-by-way-of-Sesame-Street, and then I managed to get them back down off the stage again. I was stuck somewhere between amused and mortified through the whole thing.

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Oh, Elizabeth Moon, FFS.

ETA: and then I got to her comments about Mexican-Americans. That sound you hear is me hitting my head against my desk.

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In better news of the day, both my sweeties get extra bonus partner points and an official shout-out here tonight for independently arranging to leave work early to give me some relief at home after I informed them that Simone had vomited over lunchtime.

She's fine--no fever, and remarkably perky once she got whatever it was out of her system.

P.S. Simone called it a "burp." Helluva burp, kid.