So you might be thinking what do the P's in the title have to do with each other - well that was my weekend in a nutshell. I was back in the 'burgh to hang with the rents and let me start by saying, my dad, while sadly a shell of himself weight wise, looks 8 months pregnant. It's actually a little amusing, if you can find any humor in cancer. He calls it baby belly, and while it's a sight to be seen, it sadly does cause him discomfort. Something about the pressure on his diaphragm makes it hard to eat, so he has to eat bite sized portions. For all of my Safe Kids friends, think small parts tester size!
We didn't hear any word from the doctor with lab results like we were supposed to on Friday, so the weekend was spent trying to go about life as usual - meaning they put me to work the entire weekend. I ran errands like a crazy person and did everything from wash the car, only to have the trunk filled up with dirt from the plants my mom decided to buy AFTER we got the car cleaned; putting together new lawn furniture for the back porch, just in time for my brother to look like the hero bringing dinner from the family's favorite restaurant, and lastly, trimming hedges that were so much taller than me, I was covered in crap as the leaves and branches fell on my head before making their way to the ground.
All in all, it was a good weekend. Scooby didn't kill my parents dog, my dad got much needed rest and I took Mo out for an evening of laughs - GO SEE BRIDESMAIDS! We both laughed for 2 hours straight and the evening didn't even end with jokes about me being single! What more could I ask for? Of right, a cure!
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