That's what my mom's going to call the book she writes about a recent medical "incident" she encountered. You see, she awoke one night with blood GUSHING from her nose. Turns out it was a bleeding artery, and after nearly two weeks of extreme pain, misery, uncertainty, stress, etc. the doctor was able to stop the bleeding, cauterize it, and hopefully prevent it from ever happening again. So, my mom's on the mend (thank GOD... but seriously though). In those two weeks of my mom being in and out of the hospital, the rest of the family handled it like any other family would. With feigned cruelty, potty jokes and overall hilarity.
...I started this post, like, a year ago. I have NO idea where I was going with it, but how can I deprive the world of such an intro? Can any of my family members remember any of the potty jokes to which I alluded (my New Year's resolution is not to end sentences with prepositions). I feel like the past couple post have been a litty bit too bitty. But don't worry, I'm formulating posts on how great my mom is and how quirky Mass at a summer camp can be (is "be" a preposition?).
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