Today is "Pizza in the Park" day here. My stomach is in knots. My little one is starting to really get excited in a good way and he does not realize I am living on Imodium. My little old poodle is whining at me alot, I think he realizes that I am going somewhere. I always worry when I go anywhere that he will die while I am gone, he is just so old. As long as my older son makes sure he gets his meds and that he gets his rest he will be fine. Pissed but fine, he gets mad at me upon my return. I am his Mom. I hope my sister works a whole hell of a lot when I get there. She usually spends most of her time working or in her room when I am there, I hope this time is no different. I know if my nephew comes to see me, she will sit there as she is afraid that we will spill the beans of what we endured. What she does not realize is we spilled them long ago, but my mom is too afraid to say a word. So many memories flood me at this time.