Thursday, October 8, 2009

I Worry Too Much

And complain too much, but there are worse things.

I was working on an assigment from a client, upstairs at my mom's house. Evie and Grandma are downstairs playing a rousing game of Don't Break the Ice. It's very quiet down there.

Evie comes to the bottom of the stairs and calls up to me,
"Mommy! Gramma not working! We gotta problem!"

My first thought is.
Ohmigod... is mom dead? Did she die right there playing Don't Break the Ice and Evie has been trying to wake her up while I was working upstairs?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?

Don't worry, all was well. They had finished thier game and my mom was trying to work the TV to get a toon on for Evie. And aparantly not doing it right.

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