My stepmother called me this morning before church...my dad's in the hospital. They thought it was a heart attack...but are now thinking it's possibly arrhythmia.
Forgive me for not being better company today. I think I'll just go home and stew. Or make some stew. Whatever.
I can't even think of one funny thing to say.
But come back tomorrow...*tries a horrible southern accent* "For tomorrow IS anothah day!"
Now, ala Steve Martin, I must go put bologna in my shoes so that perhaps I can feel funny.