photo by Bob Muller
This morning my dad took a terrible fall on the ice. He broke his shoulder and took quite bang on the head. The good news is my sister lives next door and both of my brothers live 10 minutes down the road and my sister-in-law is an ER doctor– so he has been well tended to and is resting comfortably in the hospital.
Apparently well enough to flirt with all the nurses, ahem.
There has never been much love lost between my dad and the ice and snow of New England– he was born in Rio de Janeiro so an open window wafting a tropical breeze is pretty much how he likes it. (Private note to Papa: dude, next time you might think twice before falling in love with a Boston girl, I’m just saying . .)
Anyway– here in the tundra of New Hampshire, we have a hella storm bearing down on us so I will no doubt lose internet and be homebound for the day tomorrow, I expect.
Monday, I am gonna head down to Philly to monitor my dad’s flirtatious behavior and hang with the fam before heading up to the wilds of Manhattan where I am hooking up with a couple few hot chicas for some birthday celebrating (+ birthday queen Tracey Duncan whose blog addy I am blanking on in this moment– oh well, she’ll forgive me).
I’m sure I’ll be back in here before all of that– but if I’m not– you know where I be.