My dad is doing so much better! They closed up the hole in his throat and he's talking normally now! He sounds almost like himself, with just a slightly weird twinge to his voice.
Last night my fabulous friend A took me out for dinner at Indique. We were in the middle of delicious Indian food and tamarind margaritas - super yum! - when my dad called. To tell me how I need to get a confirmation from Citibank to prove that they actually closed my credit card accounts. He gave me a couple more instructions.
This means? That my dad is really and truly back.
They moved him off a medical floor and now he's on the psyche ward. Now that he can actually talk through his mouth, I figure he might as well do some translating for any Spanish speakers up there.
And in much more frivolous news, the present I ordered myself on Sunday, back when I still had a credit card, arrived. It was the first time I'd ordered from Bluefly and I think I love them. I got a lovely, elegant, sexy chocolate brown Susana Monaco dress and very fun undies. Kind of spendy, but less than they could've been elsewhere.
What a sparkly way to end the week!
Must find a fabulous opportunity to get all tarted up. . .