My parents were planning on coming for Christmas.
Last night my dad was out with the High Priests (church thing) visiting some people from the church — he fell and broke his ankle.
Tomorrow he needs surgery to put some pins in.
Not coming for Christmas. I’m so sad, but I’m more sad for my dad.
He was just getting into a good work-out routine, and now this!? Oh well, if it’s not one thing, it’s your mother…
On an entirely different topic: Conner’s tooth is VERY loose. He’s more concerned about that then the fact that Grandpa’s not coming. It really grosses me out.
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