Well, turns out my father's flight is not an 11 AM flight to O'hare, but more like a 11 PM flight to Midway...yeah, so I get easily confused with things and perhaps I should "communicate" more, oh well. My grandmother is a nutcase. I love her. I have to go paint an outside deck now two shades of brown *both are ghastly* (but it was grandmother's choice). It scared me, I woke up and at breakfast I meant to say something but it came out in a chicago accent...that isn't good.

Anywho, off to paint!

Away!