Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: The Reason They Invented the TELEPHONE!!!
8:00 a.m. The phone rings and my dad answers. Apparently my mom had some kind of accident at work, she got very dizzy, a sharp pain in her neck and blacked out. She was taken to the hospital and Strattec sent someone to pick up my dad so he could drive her car and meet her there (at the hospitatl). Either way, I was up, and I mean up-up at like 8:05a.m. My dad left with some guy in a white van (::shutter*white van*::) and I stayed home to watch my boy and, you know, wait for someone to call and tell me what's going on.

Racked with worry, the cordless phone tucked neatly in my pocket, and me eagerly awaiting a call from my dad. I couldn't figure out what to do with myself, so I baked. (Hey, what do you want? I'm from Wisconsin, it's what my people do...except Jen--she must be from a totally different Wisconsin...)

Seven and a half hours later, my parents come rolling into the drive and I run out to the back stoop to meet them. Mom is slowly walking up the drive.
Me: Are you alright?!
Mom: *moan, grumble* Yeah, I guess so...

A few moments later my comes ambling along the drive.
Me: Seven and half hours and you couldn't find a phone?!
Dad: *LOL*
Me: I'm serious! I mean, what the hell?! Did you break all your fingers? 1-800-COLLECT, man! Seven and a half hours--you could have picked up a damned phone!!

Well, anyway...turns out mom popped a muscle or a nerve in her neck and she's more-or-less fine. Also, she liked my baked goods when she got home. :) But, still! The man could have picked up the damned as phone and called me with a friggen update! I was damned ass worried, the jerk-ass!!


During those SEVEN & A HALF HOURS, I obviously baked stuff, cleaned some stuff, helped my son with his homework, smoked about a pack of cigarettes, and drank 3 pots of coffee. He should have called. (Don't worry, I'll get over his not calling eventually...)