Also got to tell both my parents at lunch that they get to go to the "memory unit" at their place because a.) dad is an escape risk (was out Friday in the parking lot looking for his car, which was sold months ago) and b.) mom groans and yells out in the night to the point that the other inmates are bitching to their families who, in turn, bitch at the staff about the nutburger in 1172.
I think it's safe to expect the plane to go down when we go to Texas Friday...why not? At least we will all be together!
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