Okay, so I was actually ON TIME to get to school this morning, and maybe a few minutes early when I go to pick up my phone and look over and Biscuit is eating something. I pick it up and it's one of Tasha's anti-depressants. Great, fabulous. I call Greg to see what he wants me to do. He says "You have to deal with it I'm at the same day surgery
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