This morning, I was awakened by the doorbell ringing, the dog going crazy and DD racing for the door. A few moments later she came up with a lovely bouquet from some dear friends of mine (more adopted family, too). With the child peering over my shoulder, I opened the card and read, "So sorry about the bad news. We love you."
I re-read the message and frowned. Bad news?
I turned to DD and said, "What bad news have I forgotten about? Or am I dying or something and didn't know about it?"
Immediately, DD's face and tone turned to scorn of the type only practiced by teenaged girls toward their dimwitted parents. "Mama! I can't believe you! Bad news - your neck! Graft not taking? hello?"
Oh yeah, the neck. Light dawns on Marble Head.
Well, I like the flowers, anyway. Forgot about the neck thing there for a moment. My friends got a good laugh when I called to thank them, too.
Kathy N-V