. . . we thought Ken was having a heart attack. He spent a day and a night and a day in the hospital. But look at him now! Still standing!
We spent today celebrating with balloon bouquets and dinner at Hires. (I had a Mountain "H." In case you're interested.)
Love you, Ken.
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Hurray for surviving! Balloons and burgers indeed. In fact, why haven't you and Ken and me and the historian gone out to the Rio Grande? It's ridiculous, given this anniversary and whatnot. Let's get that sh** organized.
I remember that day vividly. So glad my little woodworker guy made it through.
Yay for life!
What better way to celebrate not having a heart attack than eating Hires!
Dang it, Alec totally beat me to the punchline. I was going to say there's nothing like having a greasy, fatty, high in cholesterol Big H sandwich with fries made crispy by boiling oil to celebrate surviving a heart attack scare!
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