Another rough day.

After a rough day there is nothing like coming home to share my day and concerns with you and be met with silence; rather ignoring me because well there is Twitter. Priorities.

From a previous bad day.

Masses

That time when you are scared and tell your husband that the doctor found two significant masses and he interrupts and laughs saying, "will the priest have to remove them? The priest.  Get it?"
Yeah. I get it.
And I am still scared.