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Oooooooh myyyyyyy yumm-i-ness! Do those look scrumptous or what?! 

 

 

Suddenly, I’m totally craving some fat, warm, slightly gooey brownies like crazy!  And that is just oh so what I don’t need.  Besides it’s not really the direction of this post anyway.  At least not the real deal.  But they just look sooooo good.  Drat, that I don’t have a box in the cupboard to bake a batch.  Oh well.  My winter jeans’ll thank me for it, I’m sure.

 

 

In the meantime, I thought it was totally cool that Trevy’s new (we’re heartbroken to be losing our old one!) SLP rang me this morning to ask permission for Trevy to deviate from his IEP until she could update it.  She thinks he’s ready for two days of group and two days of individual.  I couldn’t agree more.  But the point is - she called to ask me how I felt!  If I was in agreement.  Can I just say, I about fainted on the spot.  Here is where I could…and fully intended…to go into a long dissertation about IEPs and what nots.  I deleted it.  I’m just not in the mood to be feisty. 

 

 

I am however in the mood for brownies.

 

 

And it’s all Miss. New SLP’s fault! 

 

 

Cause the thought that popped into my mind this morning after our call disconnected was something along the lines of “that totally just won her brownie points”! 

 

 

…danielle

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Sinead said…
me likey...
September 7, 2011 at 1:07 PM
Mrs. M said…
You make me smile.
:)
September 7, 2011 at 10:57 PM
Anonymous said…
I think I may forward this to your doctor.
September 12, 2011 at 6:09 PM
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