Today we were supposed to get Connor's stitches out. The Dr. said they are not ready so we will have to wait until Thursday.
After the Dr., Brandon needed me to follow Pops to drop off a customers car & give him a ride back to the shop. Well, the customer was the sheriffs department. So, I followed Pops driving a cop car. This would be fine except that all the traffic slows down around a cop car so the ride took longer than expected. On the way home we stopped for gas & Connor puked at the gas station. He tasted a cranberry & didn't like it. I feel bad for his future wife. I can see it now, she puts broccoli on the dinner table & he pukes all over it!
