Just to demonstrate, this is the look yoo give to a vet dat invades yoor house. Really, dude, OUR HOUSE. Okay, so yoor a nice guy and said we are all good looking, sweet and blah, blah, blah...the point is, OUR HOUSE. Yoo no come here. Got it? Good. Now, daddy gots a call from da doktor today but he sed he couldn't unnerstand what dey was telling him so he told dem to tell mom. Dad haf a small malignancy and he hafta go get a CT scan. He haf an appointment wif a surjun Friday. Mom's gotta call da inshurants place afore den and get da approval fur da CT scan. Dad is dealing wif dis better den mom thawt he would. He sez either it will get cured or he'll die but he's betting on a cure. He's even trying to quit smoking now...it's been 48 hours and he hasn't made mom want to do bad stuff to him cuz he's so cranky. We'll see what he's like a couple more days.