  *This Post has nothing to do with Bread-Puddin'* It all started at just before 3 this morning. The Drama! My daughter called me, hysterical. I eventually calmed her down to find out that she had been partying, blah, blah, blah. Her boyfriend came home and fighting ensued. In a nutshell, the relationship was over, she was upset, her and her father were on bad terms and that upset her too. I got her calmed enough to swear she was going to get some sleep and she would call me in the morning. At about 11AM, I got "The" call. She was calling it quits with Cape Cod. She had no job, no money, no friends(real friends that support you in troubled times) and her father told her she had till the end of the day to get her stuff out of his house or it would end up at the dump. Though Dig and I were headed to the golf course, he was patient with the entire dramatic scene and waited while I made phone calls and booked a flight to get my daughter situated and in my arms as soon as possible.
T will be here tomorrow at 2:10PM, her possessions(other than the ones she was able to pack) are being stored at My bestest friend Billy's house, Billy is dropping her off at the bus station in the morning, my old boss, Mark, gave her 30 bucks for a bus ticket to Boston/Logan Airport and those two men will forever have my heart because of the things they did and said today.
You guys are wonderful and I Love You both so much! As for D. You too were awesome today. Your patience is astounding. And Today turned out to be a fabulous day. Though it started with a stumble and it was cold. I had the best time with you on the golf course. Just being with you, no matter what, for me is guaranteed a good time. {{Hugs}} Baby! 
