Three hours

I just spent three hours at the blood donor clinic and all I have to show for it is the prick on my finger. Why? you might ask? Well, because the kid came with us. Dumb idea, Elizabeth. Yeah, needless to say, Hunter wasn't feeling too thrilled with his surroundings and chose this time - in a room filled with people at a higher stress level, to whine and whine and whine. So, three hours later, Justin and I are at home again and only one of us managed to donate. I was going to... but then it would have been another hour or so, and I don't think that Hunter (or I) could have handled that. Darn it. I had all these great intentions of doing good and such... sorry, no good for you!
Meh, it's okay, because tonight I get to watch movies with DANICA!!!!!
Yipeee.