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Welcome Home, Watch Out For Those Stairs!

So my dad went home from the hospital yesterday (at least that was the plan as he sat on his hospital bed in street clothes while talking to me on the phone). I would think that if he wasn't home, my mother would have called but who knows. I'll double check tonight. He has an enlarged heart, an eye that doesn't want to stay open (he's going to the opthamologist for that bad boy) and they think he had mild congestive heart failure. Lovely. At least he's at home. His terror dog missed him so much. I'll be going out there in a couple weeks to see him.

I mentioned here that my inlaws have the stairs from hell in their house. Peanut was chugging around the kitchen yesterday whilst my MIL, SIL-not really, niece and Monkey Boy were eating lunch. She went towards the gate blocking the front steps (appx 8 steps), someone said no to her and she proceeded to take off with absolutely NO CLEARANCE FROM THE TOWER! She propelled forward so hard that she knocked the gate over, went forward and rolled down the stairs. Please don't hate me people, she's ok, but it literally took 5 minutes to type that sentence. All I saw was her legs go up in the air and I heard a couple thunks. Linds (my SIL-not really)heard thunks and looked up in time to see her at the bottom of the stairs with that look that says WTF Just happened? My MIL moved at warp speed (Mach 4 if you will) and got her before she turned right and went down 4 more steps to concrete. I think that Peanut has a bruised ego, if anything. She clearly has inherited my memory problems though. She's almost knocked the gate down a half dozen more times. They have to learn the hard way but good Lord, it's hard on Mama too! Sheesh.




We're going to the Wild game tonight w/ my BIL and SIL-not really (thanks guys!) This will be my first Wild game and I am so excited. Hopefully I can talk the husband into getting me an authentic jersey. I'll wear my NorthStars one and probably lose my voice but oh well!

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Nice to see anothe Mamma/hockey nut.

I'm originally from Detroit, and worship Stevie Y.
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