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So my mom was telling me stories about my dad when he was all drugged up. And if you knew him, you'd probably think it's the funniest thing ever, because you wouldn't be able to imagine it. Oh, how I wish I were there. But apparently, He woke up and was like "I'm fine Penny, I'm fine!" And then he got up and tried to run down the hall. Then he woke up again and was like "I gotta get ready! I'm gonna be late for work" and my mom's like "No honey, you're not going to work" And then another time that he woke up he's like "I gotta get downstairs and finish that kitchen!" And I guess he kept moving around his fingers like he had never seen something like that before and those little thingy mabobs that they put on your fingers; well he kept trying to take it off and he was talking to the nurse and was like "I'm fine, honestly" And the nurse goes "Yeah, I'll know you're fine when you quit trying to take that off your finger" Hahah, I thought it was very funny, and everyone at the dinner table had a good laugh about it. But they're leaving early tomorrow morning for Buffalo, which I'm not going to anymore. Too many essays THANK YOU MRS.RUSS AND MRS.WARING! Ughh. Whatev. I'll see if Mikey Poo wants to hang out this weekend, now that he won't have to meet my mom. Haha. Yes, I'm calling him Mikey Poo now, I find it rather cute.