
Imagine my surprise Friday night when Mister mentions going to his brother's for Thanksgiving. Certain I was going to need to be rushed to the emergency room because my blood pressure was so high, I begin to ask how this went down. I learn
- that 2 weeks AGO was the first sign of trouble, but no word to me.
I hoping for a Thanksgiving miracle. Maybe I'll be visited by 3 turkeys on Wednesday night and wake up Thursday absolutely giddy to get dressed, drive across town, and sit and make small talk.

3 comments:
I think you just wrote my story.
My deepest sympathy.
I hope it all goes well...
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