A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
The pink wild phlox are out in full bloom on the
roadsides - they think spring has sprung! Hope
they're right! Several of the redbud trees are
showing their arching branches of bright lavender
blossoms, and the Arizona Ash trees are just two
or three days from full leaf. Wonderfully hopeful
omens.
She said Mom looks good. All her vitals are fine. The bleeding has stopped, and her hemoglobin, which was a little low when they first tested it, is stable now.
They haven't given her anything to eat or drink, because the specialist might do a scope today.
(I hope he hurries the hell up! Before poor Mom starves to death!)
Trudy said there is no reason for me to make the trip. She thinks Mom will be home in a couple of days.
I also got a text from my sister, Irene.
She just arrived at the hospital.
So, the troops are holding the fort.
I hope they do come up with an answer as to why this happened.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
