A note from Deb...poor, poor Chris. We are so sad that he has missed so many fun, fun activities-imagine the thrill of spending the morning sitting in the doctor's office watching Cindy get poked and prodded and dare I mention weighed.......sorry my lips are sealed as only a best friend's should be........culminating with a bonding moment unlike any I have ever experienced as she gracefully draped herself over the examining table, bared her hips and screamed bloody murder while the nurse readied her antibiotics and steroid shots. The sobbing did not start until later when she tried to sit down in the car to go back to our friend Barb's house.
Alas, Chris is also missing our potty adventures with Lindsay who has decided to mark her territory wherever we go usually several times an hour.
And can we ever forget the weeping and moaning the following day when Cindy's neck went out as we arrived at our hotel in Charlotte, NC. See attached photo of Dr. Wonderlin providing emergency on the spot medical treatment. Most of you don't realize Tim used to be a doctor before he decided to take up tennis.
Our wonderful day ended with Tim's death defying back up off the on ramp in a successful attempt to locate a fabulous Mexican restaurant with gigantic margaritas and beer-thank God for the small successes in life.
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