I couldn’t sleep at all last night. Literally. Not a wink. I finally took a nap at 9:30 or so today. Darn Patrick Swayze. You might giggle, but for real, it was completely his fault. See, I was all hopeful that dad was going to be just fine on the premise that Patrick was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and he was just fine. Now he’s sick…really sick. He was my great white hope. What a poo. Then I started thinking about the lady with no expiration date. Hm. Haven’t seen one of those commercials in a while. Maybe she expired. Too bad…she was really very pleasant. Michael Landon. He seemed like a nice guy. Successful, great dad on TV and in real life too. Uncle Bob. Amazing dad, wonderful guy all around, a really great uncle. Maybe bad things like this only happen to really nice people. I should have mom look into being a little more rotten for safety’s sake. I talked to dad for all of about 2 minutes and then he let me go. That’s how you know he’s not feeling well, when he declines the offer to talk to one of his babies.
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