Hi Ho. Hi Ho.

Time to prostitute myself in the desperate search for a JOB.

There's a job fair today. I have my CV. I have my hair tied back. I'm in black slacks, a red shirt, matching earrings and necklace (black pearls). No makeup. Dress shoes.

I'll be picking up the Roo before the job fair and feeding him there. (This should be interesting.)

Meanwhile, the one patient I *really* don't want to miss seeing, my 'baby' S, who I took care of last January, is coming in with a facial cellulitis. (Poor baby.) She's one of the BMT success stories, a SCIDS (Omenn's Syndrome) baby who got a bone marrow transplant and lived.

And my CV is sent to the people who wanted it (one for a letter of rec, the other for a job possibility.

Funny story of the day: last night, Roo told me that he was "Mondo Robin" after seeing a TV show that mentioned a "Mondo Mouse." After the nth repetition of this, I decided it was time to steer the conversation into other (still well-worn) waters.

"What noise does Aunt Kim make?"

Robin snored, obligingly.

"What noise does a cat make?"

"MEEEE----OW!" Said with vigor.

"What does Daddy say?"

"RAAAAAUGH!" Robin does his best monster impression.

"What does Mommy say?"

"I ...p'oud of you, Wobin." He beamed at me, and I laughed and laughed. The kid has my number. I *do* say that a lot.

"That's right," I tell him. "I do say that, don't I?"

He frowns at me, and then asks, "Now what?" (another of Mommy's frequently used phrases)

Boy, does he have my number.