My dad is in the hospital. Again. This makes either 7 or 8 times in the past year. Sadly, I've lost count. The doctors always say "pneumonia" but I'm starting to think it's something else and his doctors are just incompetent. I've always hated the hospital he's in, the town is like fucking Mayberry and I could get a better diagnosis from the vet! I told him he might ought to think about going to a real doctor in Lexington where someone just *might* be able to figure out what the problem is. But that's just me. *sigh*
And Reba's birthday is tomorrow, so roommie and I made her a wooden jewelry box and I made her 3 bracelets to go with it. Too bad she's gotta spend her birthday in the hospital. I've done it and it sucks.
BTW, the finals of the Pet Idol are this week and I'll be bugging you guys Friday to vote for my baby. ;)