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.

Oh, and the cabana boys would double as babysitters.

Well, that's an interesting idea.

I don't want cake. I just want a nap, and someone comforting to read me a bedtime story and snuggle me until I fall asleep.

There is, however, a shortage of such things in my world. Which sucks.

Aimee -- I am so sorry for your loss.

Vibes to everyone else who needs them -- what a bad start to the week.

And I forgot to send my recipe too. Well, it's not that great anyway.

{{{{{Aimee}}}}}

Heart~ma for Tep and AmyLiz's dads. You should totally have cake.