Hey, it's JoeJoe!

Believe me, I'd sleep in late too if it weren't for my cat. He lets me know when I've been in bed long enough. Argh. He'll start stepping on me, then sitting back and watching me. Or he'll touch his paw on my face, then sit back and watch me. So eventually I drag myself out of bed, cat purring and talking away about the wonderful adventures he had in the house during the night, and THEN the little rascal goes to bed!!

I don't know what medical news you got, but don't ever give up on hope. Even at 50 years of age, you can still carry that baby to term! But seriously, give yourself time to think through whatever news you were given, and walk your dog to 3:30am every night if you need to. You can always PM me, if you want.

As for the punch, I can honestly say that I've never seen stars. I've seen my circle of vision getting smaller and smaller as darkness closed in before passing out, and I've seen "stories" in my head during the passed-out stage. But I have never been hit! You must have been a very, very bad boy! Then again, I was an angel (yeah, right) and my older sister was always poking and prodding and pestering me! Lol. I take it back. You were a nice 15-year old in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Thanks for thinking about my jaw. I hope you enjoy your day out on the lawn. A little sunshine always seems to have a way of making the day a little brighter (pun intended).

God bless,
Sandy