We’ve had three ministers, one aunt, two women I don’t know, and all of us take over the whole end of the waiting room and we’re all laughing and telling stories about my dad.
The Butcher just told me that Dad’s off the bypass, so I have to get back. More later.
Tiny Cat Pants 
I was listening to a playlist that included Lucinda Williams this morning – in honor of your dad and his remarks on your Louisiana trip I pretended that she had a speech impediment.
B just called, her dad is out of surgery, headed to ICU/recovery room, so she is headed to lunch with her family. No major problems.
Mack
Whew, that’s good news. Here’s hoping everything goes perfectly from here on in.
Whee! Glad it’s all proceeding smoothly.
Thanks for the update, great news! Wishing Dad a speedy recovery.
Ditto.
As one who’s been there, it does get much better!
Oh, good!
Yeah! Woot! Go, Daddy-o! Get better fast!
Hey, B, now y’all can tell him all the trash you were telling ON him in the waiting room. We enjoyed doing that to Mom, too. (She was alarmed when she found out the preacher heard one of her eldest sister’s tales on her. Then I reminded her, “Hey, his daughter got chastised by a deacon for the length of her skirt, so he don’t need to be judging nobody.”)
Kiss everybody for us, B. And smooch yourself hardest of all. We loves ya.