Well, Memphis is as dirty, loud and great as I last left it. But with friends and family there you hardly even notice the grime that forms on your skin as you walk around the perimeter of Beale street. We went to Jillian's to watch the Alabama game. Michael and Johnny already know the news. THE news. So, we are waiting for my mom to get there. Stan shows up first but we hold out to tell the mother of the mother-to-be first. She gets there and I practically attack her. I make her walk to the "bathroom" with me. I didn't speak to her friend - she will forgive me for my mind wasn't in hospitality mode. I pulled out one of the four brag books entitled "All About Grandkids" and hand it to her....look at her and say, "I told you I'd tell you first". She grins, it widens into a smile, a slight squeal and then she hugs and shakes me like a separated bottle of dressing. It was too cute. She floated back to the table. I then prepare to tell Stan because Daddy Bean told me I should tell him. It took a minute for the book to settle in and then all he could say is "Are you serious? Are YOU SERIOUS?" Good reactions out of both. Mission accomplished. While sitting there watched the game my throat started hurting. By the end of the night it was SORE. I mean...I wanna go home and be in pajamas sore. Went to bed. Woke up. Throat raw. Boo. Back to Huntsville we head. Blood work Monday. I can't wait. Will ease my mind if everything is rising. Maybe my nurse will realize by then that she is MY nurse.
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