Sigh
So, Dad is going to be having quadruple bypass heart surgery on Monday morning. Joy. Believe it or not, the worst part of it is that all of the siblings are going to be there. ALL. I have faith in my Dad, he's tough, he'll get through this, HOWEVER, I might come unhinged and bust my oldest sister in the face, thereby being escorted out to security and/or the mental ward of the hospital. Not to mention, everyone is all, "Watch Timmy for us and make sure he doesn't lose his temper" and I'm all HELLO?! HAS EVERYONE TAKEN STUPID PILLS THIS MORNING?! I'm not comfortable with Timmy. Must we really rehash all of the childhood memories involving Timmy? BAH!
The highlight? One of my sisters totally has some Valium with my name on it. Oh, yeah.
But I firmly believe my Dad is gonna be okay. He's made of tough shit, my old man. I don't know if it's just because of the life he's lead or the fact he's ex-military, but he's got this. All he says is as long as he can be up and moving around by the time football season rolls around, he's cool, which is how I know he's going to do just fine. :-)
The highlight? One of my sisters totally has some Valium with my name on it. Oh, yeah.
But I firmly believe my Dad is gonna be okay. He's made of tough shit, my old man. I don't know if it's just because of the life he's lead or the fact he's ex-military, but he's got this. All he says is as long as he can be up and moving around by the time football season rolls around, he's cool, which is how I know he's going to do just fine. :-)