Lost in translatio… no, no, it was bfe
A three hour tour, if you will.
Yep, that’s right. I got lost on the way to Griff’s doctor’s appointment in Tampa. So very, very lost. So very, very far away from the doctor’s office. God bless my personal GPS system… if academia doesn’t work out for Mike, he’s got a career waiting for him with OnStar.
Poor Griff, once he got over being freaked out that we were never gonna get home (I get a little freaked out when I get really lost… I drive faster than necessary and kinda bully other drivers into giving me their lanes, and my language becomes a bit more colorful), he did great at the appointment. The surgeon was really pleased with his progress, and she recommended some easy things we can do at home to help. Apparently, we’d better get used to the routine as we’ll be doing it with Griff until he finishes growing… another decade or so.
So, all in all, a good afternoon.
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