My Dad is having surgery today to reattach his left quadriceps to his knee. The News Director asked one of the producers to pick him up a get well card -- a move I strongly objected to on the basis it would make him feel worse, and make my life a little more miserable. No one cared (I actually think my objections only solidified their resolve) and the card began being passed around the newsroom. About two hours after people started signing it the card ended up on my desk (sometimes they forget we're related) and I decided to take a gander at what other people had written. And then I saw it. One of the reporters, who will remain nameless, had written "Tommy, kick some ass and stack 'em ten high. Happy Birthday!"
We decided to leave it. It may be the only thing that makes my Dad smile during all this crap.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
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That may be the very best thing I have ever heard of being written on a card for ANY occasion.
Ever.
OH! And give your dad my love and well wishes - from one arthroscopy survivor to another!
I have my guesses, but I must know who the reporter is. Email me.:)
Libby, I miss you. I don't have your email so I have to send you a comment. :-)
I just wanted to tell you that you are awesome and you mean a lot to me. I hope that all is well, and I love your blog.
Is the card at Mom & Dad's house? I have to see it!!!
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