Wicked.

So.

I woke up with a screaming headache this morning, my brain swollen and about to start squirting out of my ears and nose... with a little love, fuzzy kisses, cup of frothy coffee and a couple advil the holiday started.

What a Lazy day, with a Capital L.

Started off after remedying my noggin with watching a little bit of "fur" an imaginary story of Diane Arbus. (Weird.)

Then breakfast sammich of egg and havarti and salami, then on the bikes with Sandy to the park, where lots of families bbq'd and celebrated a day off from work and fog with brews and company.

Got a call from an old "friend" if you could ever call him that, Brandon, who after speaking with reminded me of some of the old days in NM, pyromania and oddity, I kinda didn't want to hang out with him after talking with my family...

Who, told me by way of wills that my father had taken himself to a hospital somewhere in Nebraska after (probably a breakfast of greasy spoon cholesterol filled crap) feeling some "chest pain" and had undergone surgery at that moment.

I still haven't heard from anyone yet, and I'm about to call Josh and see what the deal is now, hours after the initial phone call he should be hopefully out of surgery. I don't know, how long does heart bypass clogged artery surgery last? What is it, angina?

If he doesn't stop eating donuts, greasy cafeteria food, burgers and fast food after this episode, it'll stop him.

So fingers crossed for the old man. I wish I was on my way to help out with the truck packed full of all his goods on the way to Illinois, I wish I were there to hug my brother and mother and see my old man to knock some sense into his guilty unhealthy jewish head again...

BAH.

Well found a photo of a baby version of Sandy (spittin' image if I do say so myself) on some cuteproject.com website to cheer me up-