A sad tragedy has struck the Dorsey clan. Tonight, we lost blankie. For those who don't know, Reagan has had "blankie" since she was just a couple of months old. Being a thumbsucker since only hours old, it was inevitable that a blankie would grace our family. "The Blankie" is a small security blanket, that despite washing after washing, has a dirty gray appearance from lots of lovin'. Tonight, we did a few errands after work. We only made two stops, but what a life altering two stops it was. We discovered that blankie was missing when I was buckling her in her carseat in the Walmart parking lot. So, in we trekked. First stop...Customer Service...No blankie. We retraced our steps through aisles...no blankie. Back in the car and headed over to stop number 1...Customer Service...no blankie...retrace steps...no blankie. It is now 45 minutes past Reagan's bedtime and she's still awake, waiting for blankie to magically appear.

As for Billy's recovery...
He is doing better. Slowly but surely. He is still on a liquid diet. Yesterday was his post-op check up. Doc says he's healing and things are looking good. Although, he has thrush and now has a nasty gargle stuff to use. He'll be off work this week again to heal a little more.