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Thursday, April 09, 2009 Family

This morning before taking my daughter and myself to to doctor to find out why we’ve had achy-breaky bodies for weeks now without any of the normal side dishes like fever or vomiting, we had to scare up some insurance cards. She’s insured under my ex’s plan, and I’m insured by the skin of my teeth.

After thumbing through my stack of cards/whatnot (come on, you have one, it has old school photos, buy-10-get-one-free cards, stamps, business cards, and the occasional actual piece of paper money), I found mine. The hunt was somewhat more adventurous at Daddy’s.

“How about this one?”

“Looks kinda old, let me see the date… 2006. Nope.”

“Really? I can’t even read the print. How about this one?”

“That one’s for you. Also from 2006.”

“Here’s one that looks newer, what does it say?”

“Just read it, Daddy!”

“He can’t sweetie, his arms aren’t long enough. Here, let me see… 2008! This should do!”

“I guess I can scrap the rest of these, let’s see, full set of 2006, a 2007, man, that’s a lot.” I started to drop them in the wastebasket, and then Daddy suggested Daphne could keep them to play with.

She grabbed the deck of useless cards and fanned them. “Okay, anyone got a 2008? No? How ‘bout a 2006? Okay, go fish.”