I am so excited! I was randomly googling Carla Gugino to check out her role in Watchmen [and was thoroughly disturbed by sickos who get turned on at the thought of her being raped] and found out that she's in Race to Witch Mountain! I am TOTALLY seeing this movie.



( *hope springs eternal* )

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My father is never allowed to play tennis ever again. A month ago, he pulled a calf muscle. Nothing too major, just some soreness and he couldn't exercise for a few weeks. Then on the Labor Day holiday, he challenged mother to a rematch- and wound up snapping his Achilles tendon.

It's kinda hilarious though-  the doctor has a look at his injured leg before he asks Muke to lie down on the bed so he can examine it more thoroughly.

He checks out the right leg thoroughly, then says, 'Good news, looks like it's just bruised'.

My father nods and goes, 'Okay, but it was the LEFT leg that was the problem...'

The doctor kinda goes, *facepalm*, 'Oh, really?' LOL. You do not want THIS guy operating on you, 'k? *g* He looks at the actual leg injury this time and goes, 'Bad news...the tendon's gone.'

When telling the story, Muke's like,  'No kidding. It wasn't there earlier, I knew it wasn't going to magically reappear.' *eyeroll* But he plays nice and tells him, 'Oh, I thought you were just comparing the legs,' an excuse which the doctor latches onto with relief.

'Oh, yes, that's what I was doing. You saved me some embarrassment there!' *headdesk* Aiyiyi.

On the bright side, visiting my father in hospital? Was totally a high point of our relationship. There was laughter, joking around, a bit of *gasp* affection. No temper, no nervous anticipation of a blow-up, just a pleasant chat.  If I'd known I just needed to get him on drugs...!