Hi FML!  This is Elizabeth, daughter of that crazy ferret guy Bob.  I've
been very busy lately at a couple of fire stations and stuff, so I haven't
been able to write much.  Dad hasn't written much lately and we are
starting to get concerned calls and stuff so I thought I would let you
all know what was going on.
 
First, dad broke his modem.  Not really, his little nephew did, with a
shiney new nail.  He is only 3 years old, but knew exactly where to push
in the nail to ruin the thing.  So dad bought a new one, but they shipped
on for a PC instead of an Apple.  But he finally got a new one today which
is why I am able to write this to send.  Boy is it fast!
 
But that is only half the story.  Dad loves baseball.  Adores it.  And
loves to play it and even coaches little league every year.  Tuesday dad
was playing short stop in his fast pitch softball league when someone
sliding in at second took out his knee.  I heard the pop from the dugout.
Dad rolled around a while, then stood up to walk it off.  Only he limped it
off.  He insisted that he was ok and even finished the game, but was really
hobbled up and got tagged out stealing 3rd.  When he got home, he iced it
up and took some asprin and went to bed.  Today (Weds) dad couldn't walk
and his knee was all purple so he went to the doctor.  Bad news.  Dad tore
something inside his knee and has to go to day surgery Thursday to see what
is going on.  So they gave him a really powerful shot and he's snoring in
the front room with his leg up on pillows.  Anyway, he goes in tomorrow for
day surgery, so wish him luck.
 
I'm up late tonight because two of dad's ferrets are sick.  Apollo has
something wrong with his heart again, and dad has him in the hospital cage.
He hates it because dad never cages him.  So I let him out and watch him.
Crystal is also sick and has been losing weight, and I have to give her
some medicine in an hour.  She is also in with Apollo, but she doesn't mind
the cage so much.  Both of them are getting watered down chicken diet that
dad makes when he wants to mess up the kitchen.  So I will give them some
at 2 am and then I can go to bed.
 
Elizabeth, chief soda gopher and pooper picker upper
[Posted in FML issue 2663]