Polaroids Rule

This is a picture of me and my Uncle Danny in 1971.  I'm happy to say he is doing better and better every day at the rehab therapy facility.  Today he had to go back to the hospital for some more x-rays, which almost didn't happen because of some kind of mix-up.  Luckily, my mom and my two aunts, Kathy and Karen, were there to take care of business.  You don't want to mess with my mom and my aunts.  Anyway, the xrays indicated that things are going well...the news could not have been better.  So yay!  Now, it's back to rehab for intense OT/PT.  It won't be easy, but he can handle it.

I love Polaroids.  Here is another one of me and Danny from 1974.  I was about six.  I remember this day.  I remember going for a ride on that motorcycle.  I just can't believe my mom let me go.  And with no helmet! 

Now she barely even lets Daphne go on the monkey bars without having a nervous breakdown. 

For the record, Daphne is not allowed on motorcycles.  Ever.  Not even when I'm dead. 

Oh, I'll know.