Dry Nights

A certain person who shall remain nameless, who has not been dry at night except for a couple of nights here and there since he was born, woke up dry this morning.

The stimulus? We visited the chiropractor yesterday, who adjusted his sacrum and evened out his legs.

Naysayers complain that the chiropractors are quacks.  I'm just hoping the adjustment (and a revisit scheduled for next week) actually seal the leak.

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In other, completely unrelated news:  Yesterday, Melina sounded out and read the sentence, "Sam is mad at me."  She was very concerned that the reason Sam (the cat) was mad at the lady (me) was because the lady probably took the milk away from him.  "Why did she do that?" Melina asked.  She scowled at the book until I told her it was just a story.


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