Fun City, USA

I refer, of course, to somewhere in North Central Iowa. I wouldn't want to give the exact location, as masses of people would soon come flocking this way, upsetting sheep, cows, and generally making the land uninhabitable for hog lots.

Last Wednesday, Loren had his longest day, ever. (I'm talkin' work day....not mundane things like helicopter rides to the hospital or transplant operations and such)

The alarm rang at 5:30 am, and he came home after 9pm. There wasn't even time for him to eat his lunch, poor guy. He almost had time to sleep though, after replenishing a very empty stomach.

Today could be another taxing one for him. I always cringe when people come up to him and say, "Praise the Lord, Loren! I'll bet you just love being back at work!" Ohhhh yeah. They used to say the same thing after he got defibrillator shocks, too.

But enough of this morbidity!

Ma is going in for her very first mammogram this afternoon. *fake cheering* So far, I've been able to weasel out of it by stretching the pregnancy and nursing years out to nearly age 44. But no more slacking off! No sir-ree.

Check back for an update. DON'T WORRY. I have no intention of revealing anything of a personal or indiscreet nature. I would just as soon tell people how much I weigh....and we all know that ain't gonna happen.

Y'all have a nice day, now. Be like me--have fun.
 

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