"Um, I ordered this one without the extra crazy, okay?"
Today's my mom's birthday. Once again I'm stuck here and can't celebrate with her, but I guess we already technically celebrated over the weekend. It's moot anyway, since she's in Nashville at the doctor checking yet again on the status of the cyst on her kidney, which is enough to ruin anyone's birthday. I've got every possible digit crossed in the hopes that the doctor will say, "My bad, it was just dust on the negative!" But, alas, we all know that it doesn't work like that. So, we wait.