The wife is contemplating sticking an earbud in her bellybutton. I have encouraged her to commit to the course of action.
“And what rough beast, it’s hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born”? The new school year, clearly.
Insult or complement? I’m not sure, but it seems apt regardless.
There’s nothing i like more than a good graphic visualization: http://bit.ly/a683CR
My email grace moment has passed. Back to the tide of electrons.
Shhh….my school and personal inboxes are both empty. Don’t ruin the moment.
I have been informed that our representative of the pre-youth America is in a restless mood today.
Look! It’s the first picture of my child!
Genetic Counselor: ”You’re amniocentesis results are normal.”
Us: ”Great news! Can we have a copy of the karyotype”
This stumped the poor woman for a moment. Turns out that due to the low frequency of biology teacher couples that come in for an amnio, the labs don’t even send the karyotype to the clinic. They just send a letter saying everything is all good.
But the lab was kind enough to mail us a copy.
46XY = good to go.
What better way to start the new year than with the gift of an unexpected flat tire at the end of a 95+ degree day.
For all my scholastic biology peeps.
Wanna be a… Scholar? (via tomcfad)
