My littttle sister Betsy is sick.
She has been in the hospital since Thursday night. 
She has pancreatitis and can only eat jello and sherbet.
She was supposed to be in a wedding this weekend.
I wish I lived closer so I could go entertain her.
And also, talk to her while she is on morphine. I have had many an amusing conversation while Betsy was under the influence of a certain Schedule V drug called Lyrica… so yes, morphine Betsy is probably an experience worth having.
Feel better, my little schwester!
