5-20-17

 Jes is fine. Clear skies in Alabama and Colorado. The appendix was indeed the problem. She went home from the hospital around noon and was feeling ok. I found volunteer basil in the flower pot that basil had grown in last year. Basil babies.

And now for the rest of the story.

This is Wayside Chicken in C'ville across the street from where Jes lived as an undergrad student. She loved their mashed potatoes.

After Jes had her wisdom teeth extracted at age 18 or so, and was coming out from under the anesthesia, she was mumbling something, mouth full of gauze. What? What are you saying, Jes?

"Wayside Chicken. I want Wayside Chicken Mashed Potatoes."

Over and Over.

It's been a family joke ever since.

Yesterday, her co-worker brought mashed potatoes.