*Sigh*

Aunt just called, and apparently Dad is back in the hospital.  It's the same thing as last time, but I'm hoping this time he won't be kept in for so long. Hopefully he'll be out in time for Christmas. 

I really hate that I'm not there with him, but he's literally on the other side of the country.  Plus, my aunts have told us not to come down, which means that if we did they wouldn't put us up or anything. It's such a mess. 

I just hope he's all right.

And to be totally selfish, my eye still feels like someone punched me, but there's nothing there.  This is going to be one of those weeks, I can tell. 

Hugs? 

Writer's Block: B.Y.O.B. Holidays

A Christmas Story.  Every year I watch it with my family. I think I could quote the entire movie by heart if I wanted to.  When my sister moved to England I sent her a copy that was UK formatted, and she said she scared her flatmates silly with her shrieks of excitement.  I don't care how may times I've seen it, it just gets better and better.

Also, Miracle on 34th St, the original.  What a lovely, fun movie. [Error: unknown template qotd]