a. we are paranoid
b. Lucy.
So I'm sorry, we have a bit of a reason to be paranoid - and to make things even creepier, it was the 1 year anniversery of Lucy's death. And my puppy was sick. Needless to say, I was a wreck. She was at the doggy hospital for 2 days, she got some fluids, and was proclaimed to have the 'Dog Flu'. She has very slowly gotten better, had a few more bumps in the road, but I think she's out of the woods now. A few more days of bland food and medication and she should be fine. Seriously, I am raising a child.

On a lighter note, Stacy got married this weekend! For some reason, the whole weekend seemed very much like Father of the Bride to me. While we were setting up on Saturday I felt like Fronk, telling people what to do and running around like a chicken with my head cut off. When I said my last goodbye to Stacy just before she walked down the aisle, I looked at her and cried. And then, at 9:45pm last night, when I got her voicemail telling me she was at the airport ready to leave for her honeymoon in Europe, but just wanted to say goodbye - I felt like the final scene where the dad just misses seeing his daughter leave but then...at the very last minute - stacy picked up her phone, and I got to say goodbye too - as did Steve Martin to his daughter. Okay, so Stacy's not my daughter, but whatever!
So here's to you Mr. and Mrs. Vossberg -- lots of love!
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