The parents are in town, we had a great dinner, ham and all the trimmings. The father wanted to go out, but the wife is coming off of 8 days straight of dining out, so I cooked. I am putting off the fact that I'm in the process of a full blown exacerbation, but I will call this week, it's getting worse. I guess with all that went on last week, and being home semi alone, I kind of hoped it would just get better. It didn't.
At least 2 of my back teeth snapped off at the gum line during dinner tonight, what did you do for dinner? I'm so sick of this game, I don't know how to put it in to words. OK, I can take being a little overweight, and needing glasses, and having high blood pressure, oh, and the MS thing, then there is the depression, and my teeth are going to fall out? Kiss my entire ass! I would have hoped I could at least have held onto my teeth, I'm waiving my flag!
On a happier note, going to district court tomorrow to be support for the family of the boy who has a trial. We won't identify the kid, or the family, but it was coming for a long time. He was at Tiger fest at Towson University, about 10,000 other kids too, he somehow ended up being the last person there, and when the security personnel told him to leave, he said you betcha, I just need to find my friends, and they jumped him! In reality, he probably mouthed off to the officers, a tussle ensued, and he was handed the short end of the stick. I say that because he talked to his own family that way on the cruise, oops, that probably gave it away!
I anticipate a slap on the wrist, a fine, and a real hard time for the grandparents.