Thanks, Dad!

Dear Daddy,

I'd like to take a moment to thank you for the trip to Easton Hospital Emergency Room last night. Thankfully, I haven't been there since I was still inside Mommy's tummy trying to come out (but, as you know, the stupid-heads made me stay in!)

I particularly enjoyed the phening drug addict in the curtain next to us and the woman outside shouting obscenities. I also enjoyed the hour we spent watching Wrestlemania in the lobby. While we were there, I learned a lot about NASCAR from the two fine gentlemen beside us. The bright fluorescent lights that prevented me from sleeping were an added bonus. Can we install some of those at home??

On another positive note, I really like your shiny crutches. I hope you get pretty good at using them, because Mommy says that a torn muscle isn't going to prevent you from coming to my aid when I start screaming in the middle of the night (like I did last night at 3 AM -- wasn't that fun??) I think Mommy is really grateful that I didn't let her get more than two and a half hours of sleep. I know how she hates to sleep!

Please, please, please rest your leg, take all your meds, and heal fast. Just between you and me... I think Mommy's going to lose it soon. Seriously, she's about to fall off the deep end.

I love you,

Roo