My Mom Once Had One of These Growing Out of Her Forehead, But Today's Fern Belonged to My Father's Urologist (and Lucky For All, He's Also Clean)

There are numerous things you grow up imagining for your future: driving home with your first car, booking your first flight for a vacation you paid for, and hosting the holidays for the first time. Then there's visits to the urologist, jelly cream, and sonograms with your father's testicles. That's something not even the older sister can prepare you for. I was warned, but I think she was spared on her visit. I got the full experience. 

All is well, though. Healthy. Good to go. Clean. And that is wonderful news to hear for all. 

All the needles have been taken out of our feet, hands, and cheeks. Cleaning day with Brenda. Always reason for adventure...it's as if Wednesday Addams lives here...and she found them all.  We have bandaids.

The office fern was fresh, alive, and clean. It was a septic office for septic procedures. Many a ball needs to be juggled on Amalfi Drive.

"Yes, Dad. You're having twins. No, Dad, we're not throwing you a party with balloons." 

Pure comedy. 

And new phones installed throughout the house. Thankful they still sell them and, better yet, BJs had exactly what my mother wanted. 

Tuesday, though. Time to make the donuts and hit the courses over the next couple of days. Hoping the Internet holds up for the classes and I get something going make the time fly.