Still no results from the doctors, so I’ll have to leave you with a conversation between BC and I:
BC: So, they did a biopsy?
BC: So…. could this be bad news?
E: Well, it could be cancer, I guess. Apparently stomach cancer is one of those things that gives you a year or so…
BC: Well, darlin’. I love you. I say if it’s the big C, you move to New Orleans for the duration.
E: I may do that anyway. Wanna come?
BC: Why not? We can’t work though. It’ll get in the way of our cocktails.
E: Speaking of, work is getting in the way of my cocktails right now. What are you doing later?
BC: Say the word.
BC: Ooooooh. Chills….