These are my daughter’s new high-tops:
And this is my new iPhone 3G cover:
Ironically, they cost about the same amount of money. And clearly, it was my 11-year-old who insisted that I get the MONKEY*PHONE.
What does any of this have to do with diabetes? Nothing, other than: it looks like a theme is developing here —
I’m gonna smile ’cause I deserve to (thank you, Fiona)
The MONKEY*PHONE makes me smile every time I look at it. And that’s good therapy.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY & WEEKEND,
Dear Friends and Readers.