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Memorial service for Jeremy today.
I don't think I've seen Son cry in a few years, but today I did.
Birthday lunch/dinner at The Rock Tap and Grill for Gordon's 18th. It was nice, really random, but nice nonetheless.
Then I came home and the family and I went for dinner. It was actually a really nice family dinner. After mom and dad dropped me and Son off at home, Son says that he is going out with some friends tonight, and my parents just nod, but then I tell them I'm going out too, and that I'd be home around 1am, they just gave me a dirty look that killed the good mood we had during dinner. Well shoot me in the face. I was planning on going to Knocked Up with Kinley, Ceilidh, Tyler, Gordon, and a few other people, but it sold out. So instead I went to Angkor to make sure I had monday off for the Awards Ceremony and Yearbooks, and its good and set. We headed over to Matt G's house around 11, and only a few people were drinking. I not being one of them. Mickey D's, happy meal toys, and a dog with insanity that could very well match Rocky's.
Everyone leaves around 1am, and just as I'm about to go mum calls me and does her whole 'Where are you? Who are you with? What are you doing?' thing in her Voice. I tell her I'm on my way home, and when I get here 15minutes later, she comes into my room and starts one of her Talks with me again. This time she brings up Cigars, because I was dumb enough to not hide the ones I got from AC well enough and she has gone-a-snooping again. I might as well live in a box, or not have furniture, just to save her the trouble of pulling open all my drawers when she goes searching for things to yell at me for.
Anyways, speaking of Rocky, he might have testicular cancer from his abdominal testicle. It has an 80% chance of becoming cancerous, and because the Vet couldn't find any obvious problems with his bones when she palpated, she thought of cancer as being a probable cause of the limping.
But on the lighter side, he's responding well to the anti-inflammatory medicine we've been giving him. So it might not be cancer at all.
But 'tis time to go to bed, work tomorrow.
I don't think I've seen Son cry in a few years, but today I did.
Birthday lunch/dinner at The Rock Tap and Grill for Gordon's 18th. It was nice, really random, but nice nonetheless.
Then I came home and the family and I went for dinner. It was actually a really nice family dinner. After mom and dad dropped me and Son off at home, Son says that he is going out with some friends tonight, and my parents just nod, but then I tell them I'm going out too, and that I'd be home around 1am, they just gave me a dirty look that killed the good mood we had during dinner. Well shoot me in the face. I was planning on going to Knocked Up with Kinley, Ceilidh, Tyler, Gordon, and a few other people, but it sold out. So instead I went to Angkor to make sure I had monday off for the Awards Ceremony and Yearbooks, and its good and set. We headed over to Matt G's house around 11, and only a few people were drinking. I not being one of them. Mickey D's, happy meal toys, and a dog with insanity that could very well match Rocky's.
Everyone leaves around 1am, and just as I'm about to go mum calls me and does her whole 'Where are you? Who are you with? What are you doing?' thing in her Voice. I tell her I'm on my way home, and when I get here 15minutes later, she comes into my room and starts one of her Talks with me again. This time she brings up Cigars, because I was dumb enough to not hide the ones I got from AC well enough and she has gone-a-snooping again. I might as well live in a box, or not have furniture, just to save her the trouble of pulling open all my drawers when she goes searching for things to yell at me for.
Anyways, speaking of Rocky, he might have testicular cancer from his abdominal testicle. It has an 80% chance of becoming cancerous, and because the Vet couldn't find any obvious problems with his bones when she palpated, she thought of cancer as being a probable cause of the limping.
But on the lighter side, he's responding well to the anti-inflammatory medicine we've been giving him. So it might not be cancer at all.
But 'tis time to go to bed, work tomorrow.