So after all that, (the two posts previous to this one) I get a call at 11:30 to go have a birthday lunch with family for Buzzy. I decide to go. And who shows up at 12:10 as we're walking out the door? Not Santa claus. Not the Easter bunny or the tooth fairy. Nope. You guessed it. There's my husband with his youngest nephew (17?) and a friend hauling Buzzys house out of his friend's truck. He hugged Buzzy. Hugged Breezely. Said he had to go and left. (((deep sigh of relief)))
Now, if only I could say that was the last time I ever had to see him. Ugh!