Things around here a little calm. John going in for one of those roto-rooter procedures so we can figure out if he has an ulcer or something else. I am at home, waiting to take him, so I get a little break–at least from work. He hasn’t eaten since Tuesday night, so Christaar has nicknamed him Mr. Crankypants.
In exciting news, when Mr. Crankypants is done this afternoon, he is going to go eat the biggest meal he can find in Atlanta. I have to take him. I’ve been assuming I’ll get to eat this mastadon meal with him, but you never know. More later….
