As the day before the official Last Day in our apartment, Billy and I spent hours on SE Tibbetts today, packing up the last odds and ends, scrubbing every room, and watching hockey. Much to Billy's disappointment, the Wings lost 3-2. Much to my pleasure (in a way), I finished cleaning two bathrooms, two bedrooms, and a kitchen. Billy moved most of the boxes in between quarters as I cleaned. We have just a few more pieces of furniture to get tomorrow before we finally say goodbye to that squallid apart- err, our home for the past two and a half years.
Today's injury list was high: Billy sliced his hand open to the bone (so he says) on a nail he was pulling out of the bottom of his desk. I dropped our homemade magazine holder on my foot, and scraped my leg on the desk as we were moving it. Plus I've had the @#$%& hiccups THREE times today and they're really driving me crazy.
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Eat a large spoon of ( any flavor) Ice Cream !!!! for the hiccups.
OH no, here it comes. All the hic=cup cures in the world.
The cause, by the way, is probably from carrying those heavy boxes against your diaphram. It's a diaphram thing, even though it seems to be your stomach. (By the way, ask Billy if he remembers how my hi==cu==pp==s reverberated (sp) through the house.) Having said that, here's afew more hic===cup cures for those they actually work for:
1)Hold your nose and bear down for as long as you can hold your breath.
2) Eat a half-spoon full of sugar.
3) Yep, the ice cream works too.
4) Press your upper tummy against the back of a chair (like for the heimlich maneuavor (sp).
5) Don't lean over, burp or wear something tight around your waist.
6) Record how you sound and laugh until you cry.
Happy Hi=cup==ping!
Love, Mama Linda
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