Dad fell. This ALWAYS
scares me. Yup, the day before mom's 63rd birthday. Needless to say, I spent the weekend in
Daytona in a not so pleasant situation. Hairline fractured hip.
I was supposed to take Eric out. Couldn't. Griffin was there, though, as was Kash....so the moral support was astounding. I want sleep. No sleep since nap on Friday. Drove 5 hours to get there and five back....in case you didn't know, the middle of Florida is burning to smithereens again. You'd figure we wouldn't have that problem since the state's surrounded 3/4ths by water. Stupid crackers. Need something....maybe wine.