It’s Sunday, March 12th and I have over 25 kids plus another 7 or so grandparents ready to paint. All the kids are seated and excited to get started. As I am about to begin my phone rings. It’s one of my brothers so I send it to voicemail. About 10 seconds...
I’m being wheeled in for a minor heart procedure. They say. I’m only supposed to be in there for about 30 minutes. They say. I should get to go home that evening. They say. As I’m fully awake and the only one at the party with no pants on. I’m beyond freaked...
