No School

Some of you may start to think like I do that Wyatt changes underpants more often that he attends school. He was ready, we had good intentions, but the hitch in the giddy up was a substitute bus driver who never picked him up. The bus went up the hill, Wyatt went out, I went to the big house and an hour later when I came home to grab a tea I looked and saw Wyatt STILL standing at the end of the driveway : ( The bus never came back down the hill. Since GK was at the Doc, Wyatt stayed home.
He shed no tears over this development and was quick to mention that he would enjoy a little bit longer break.

What a busy morning it has been. GK and John have been to the Doc and back. GK's levels were good enough to bypass a transfusion today. 10.5 and anything above 10 is ok. The results are in from the MRI and there is cancer through the entire spine but the tumors are not "pinching the cord". GK seems to take all of this as very good news so I guess we follow his lead and be grateful. The goal is to keep the cancer from growing through hormone injections which helps to promote healthy bone marrow that produces healthy red blood cells that fight the cancer. Whew!
Grammy is resting, maybe sleeping off a sugar high. GK went to the store yesterday and brought home a box of candy. When I took dinner over last night, Grammy said she really wasn't that hungry, but thanked me anyway. I later looked and the candy box was near empty, so they either have problems with mice or they dined on a "pot-of-gold" for dinner. (That's their chocolate brand of choice) When I was listening to the recording of the doctor visit today, the Doc mentioned that GK's bp was a little high and GK made the comment to him he had "a little chocolate". Do I detect a guilty conscious?

Wendy's on the phone...hold on

I feel like MLK after he gave the "I have a Dream" speach. Wendy just called and I verbally kicked her ass and drug her down as far as I could and did the whole "I'm dissapointed" and "what would Aunt Julie and Uncle Mike think" routine and then told her how I knew she could "be the person she want's to be, live the life she needs to live blah, blah, blah" and compared her to Jack Swafford (only in the sense of being unemployed) and hopefully inspired her to get a #@*%!^ job. I told her that EVERYone has a job, including the guy who's job it is to re-posses her car when she can't make the payment.
I'll let you know how it turns out.
I could blame youth and ignorance on my decision to have children, but then what would be my excuse for the same lack of judgment fifteen years later? God help me when I turn forty-five.

I have to go have a Slim-Fast or an entire package of Malomars.