cookbook team, i sent in a recipe several days ago, but I never got a confirmation e-mail or anything like that. Did you get my recipe?

Timelies. With a big side of gronk.

I think I kicked the universe too hard last night. My mom called last night to tell me my dad had an attack of angina, while he was on the highway. He drove himself to the nearest hospital (?!), which was only about an hour away from my parents, and friends of their drove my mom down there. They're doing a nuclear stress test this morning (and doesn't that sound grim?) and hopefully he'll be home later on.

Scary. It wasn't a heart attack, which is good, but he's only 63. And he's my dad! Not. Supposed. To. Happen.

It's good and bad news, nothing life threatening.

Well, at least he'll be stateside again! That's a shame about his fiancee, although it's better to realize they're not going to work out now, rather than after the wedding.

Amy, my Dad is 63 and his heart attack freaked me out for the same reason -- he's my Dad! he's not supposed to be sick!

AmyLiz! I'm so sorry. I hope everything works out extra-healthy-well with your dad.

askye, I'm glad your brother is coming home. I hope it works out well for him, too.

Teppy, are you around? What time is your dad's procedure?

Stephanie, thanks! We got the recipe, and it looks delish!

I think I kicked the universe too hard last night. My mom called last night to tell me my dad had an attack of angina, while he was on the highway. He drove himself to the nearest hospital (?!)

I just posted a "Been There; Done That; Ate the T-Shirt" comment in your LJ. My Dad is notorious for driving himself to the hospital while his heart is doing the hokey-pokey.

Teppy, are you around? What time is your dad's procedure?

I am around -- his procedure is at 11:30, and I'll probably go over to the hospital around 12:30 or so. I'm edgy and have a sense of doom hanging over me. Probably just the weather, which is grey and rainy.

I got your e-mail, Cindy -- thanks! I may call you if I get there and can't see him right away.

I just posted a "Been There; Done That; Ate the T-Shirt" comment in your LJ. My Dad is notorious for driving himself to the hospital while his heart is doing the hokey-pokey.

My f-i-l is EXACTLY the same way. He's not just a heart attack patient, he's a carrier.

I got your e-mail, Cindy -- thanks! I may call you if I get there and can't see him right away.

I should be around for a good long chunk of time. If you're good, I'll let Christopher tell you knock-knock jokes (or, maybe if you're bad, I haven't quite decided that part, yet).

he's my Dad! he's not supposed to be sick!

Exactly.

I just posted a "Been There; Done That; Ate the T-Shirt" comment in your LJ.

"Ate the T-Shirt." Heh. I know -- it was very strange, because I had seen your post yesterday and offered vibes, and when my mom called, I was thinking, Wait a minute. This sounds familiar... And I'll be sending many vibes during the procedure for your dad, Tep.

Dads of the world! Behave!

I hope everything works out extra-healthy-well with your dad.

Thanks. I'm thinking, naturally, that today calls for cake.

I had the "but he's my dad" experience about 10 years ago, only since I never actually saw my dad while he was sick, I'm sure I'll be in for it again someday.

Thanks. I'm thinking, naturally, that today calls for cake.

This is where I find the interbunny X-TRA frustrating, because that was my first instinct when I read your post--to bring you cake, which we'd totally share with Teppy. But in order for that to happen, between Christopher's school schedule, and Ben & Julia's, you'd both have to live in my town, and put your dads in the same hospital. Oh, and the cabana boys would double as babysitters.