Wiblysh?

So, I got my first e-mail from Uncle Bill today. He doesn't have a computer; goes to the local library. Has no interest in spending much time with one. So, I'll not even mention Rofosh and Beyond to him. He's having trouble with arthritis in his right knee. Doc says nothing can be done except some pain meds. He's not too tickled about that.

This morning Aaron was laying on his bed, reading his corgi textbook and listening to Il Divo (you know, the opera guys that sing pop). He came to me with great big huge tears in his eyes. "Mom, I want my puppy so bad my heart is breaking." Now, if that ain't cute, I don't know what is. It's going to be a LLLOOOONNNNGGG month.

Kevin has decided to come to OH with us, so he is in and Pat is out.