It's time for...
Thing #1 and Thing #1!
My dad started his chemo yesterday.
|My dad, my mom, and my sister. And Jerry Sloan retiring on the television.|
And Mr. McDrippy Drip in my Dad's arm.
My dad reassured me that he gave the battle cry, but I'm not sure I believe him. Nobody else in the infusion room was giving us strange looks, and strange looks are a sure sign of spontaneous battle cries.
Oh well. There's always next week.
Did I mention that one of his chemo drugs is named "5 F-U"? Awesome.
As a side note, we've been trying to limit our f-bomb usage. We figured people who are asking for miracles shouldn't be spouting the f-bomb right and left. But our replacement name for the tumor- the "Mother Yucker"- lacks a certain panache.
We were driving in the car the other day, when Kid C says, "Hey! It's Grandpa! Is that Grandpa's store?"
We craned our necks to see what he was referring to. It was this:
I asked Kid C why he thought Colonel Sanders was Grandpa. His response: "He's got white hair... he's got glasses... he has a beard."
I guess I can see it.
So, what are y'all doing this weekend? I turned my latest revisions in yesterday, and pretty soon the book is going to copyedits. We're one step closer! In the hundred step process to getting a book published.
I'm also thinking of going to the Breathless Reads book tour at the SLC Library tomorrow at 2:00 p.m. Five awesome YA authors in one place? Sign me up! Anyone else going?