Oliver and the Pink Noodle (part two)

Yesterday was a tough one. Corb called me up in the afternoon to let me know that Oliver was having the pink noodle trouble, once again. This time, it turns out he has a blockage, and is spending the next two days at a vet hospital.

On the way to the hospital, we were stuck in a huge traffic jam, for some sort of soccer event taking place at Foxboro Stadium. It appeared to be Mexico versus Brazil, and there were tailgate parties taking place everywhere. It was a really weird feeling: there we are, with Corb holding Oliver on his lap in a laundry basket, and all around us people are waving Brazilian flags and dancing around waving stuffed cactus decorations. It almost felt surreal.

Finally was able to pick up the kids from Josie at nine at night. She's a saint, I tell you. Of course, Theo spent most of the night worrying, but Ashes was too busy planning for a fundraiser to support an Autism walk that she's helping to organize for her school.

Her transformation since she came off the medication is absolutely amazing. She's far more outgoing this year and her concentration seems so much better. I'm not going to knock the need for some kids to have medication, but let me tell you, I've noticed a HUGE difference without it. Now, if only I can get some for myself, instead...

Which is where I get to rant for a bit
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