So my twin sister just called frantic. Her spouse just had an emergency appendectomy. Now she's got me all hot and bothered. Damnit I hate it when that happens. Dontcha hate it when family or friends can call you and instantly get ya all riled up? My kid tripped on his own two feet and did a header on a wall corner, got stitches. My kid got bit on his face by the neighbors dog and needed stitches. My dad is in the hospital with cancer and isn't doing well and I'm 10 hrs away from you. My pet died. My spouse graduated from tech school. My spouse just got deployed. I came down with Parkinson's and am overly medicated. Grrr. I know you know what I mean.
Do you have a pulse? If you do than you must totally get it. If you don't than I totally envy your cool calm exterior and want to be just like you when I grow up.
Just a little update: Thanks for any warm wishes sent my way. Mr. Brady was bundled back to his home after a quick removal of an unnecessary appendage and some antibiotics. Yea for happy pills! And yea for the getting better bro-in-law. Dude! It's not cool to give me a heart attack like that! I'm your Alice man!
