|I'm home 5 minutes and already I can tell . . . |
somebody has been messing with my toys!
And I know who!! "Cuzzie . . .! "
|OK, this is not very flattering but they had to shave|
my belly to do an ultra sound to make sure I
didn't perforate my gut with some dumb thing
I decided it would be really great to eat.
Dad says my belly is as bald as his head!
But in a very few minutes, she is resting on her pillow next to Dad's living room chair . . .
She would wish you "Good Night" but she's gone . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Defeating death is pretty darn tiring.