It has been a week for the books. I am now up to a caseload of 13-15 patients(fairly normal, but still overwhelming to me at this point), Jared had a wreck (he is okay, the truck is not), Jared got bronchitis, and I am now not feeling all that spiffy. It's 8:30pm and I could have been asleep long ago. But, in better news, Flat Stanley got along splendidly with my parents and the Titans intercepted two passes into touchdowns in my end zone. So, all is well. My father basically refused to let me hold Flat Stanley in any of the pictures and would basically snatch the little guy out of my hands on the way to the next photo op.
Stanley loved tailgating. 
Where's Stanley? The new Where's Waldo?
1 comment:
Too cute!
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