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 the moral support was astounding. I want sleep. No sleep since nap on Friday. Drove 5 hours to get there and five 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.