Saturday was a day I would prefer to have bypassed.
But, life doesn't work that way.
Grandmother admitted into the hospital? Check.
Hubba-hubba rear-ended by a drunk driver while in his patrol unit? Check.
Are they feeling ok? Well, not particularly.
Life threatening at this point? No.
Gina is still hosting her pity party over here. I would invite you, except I think that would be an invitation you would be inclined to throw away. And I wouldn't blame you for a second. Heck, I'd like to call the cops to break it up this instant.
Also, to add to the things-we-wish-didn't-have-to-happen happenings here in SoCal, my good friend Amy's son Isaac is undergoing surgery. Can you please send any and all good vibes you have in the direction of Los Angeles? Thanks.