Pop Goes The....

Tonight I had intended on writing about Dad's current obsession/fascination with The Olympic Games in Vancouver. But that's going to have to wait.

I came home tonight, wasn't here five minutes when Mom started calling for help. Turns out she dislocated her hip, again. (This is the third time.) Called 911. EMTs guys came.

Emily (the bulldog) was sooooo excited because she completely believed they came to play with her. She loves the EMT guys.

Anyway, EMT guys loaded Mom onto a gurney and left about two minutes ago.

On my way to the ER as soon as I post this.

Stay tuned.