Next week Jake gets his tonsils out, so today we went for our pre-op stuff. All went well with us. As we were leaving two SWAT (I mean guns in hands and bullet proof stuff on and all. Very much game on faces too, a smile would have cracked them in half.) and a police officer were walking down the main hall. As I went to put Jakes coat on, three more SWAT and a police officer pushing a wheelchair with a nice looking young fella in an orange jump suit. He must have been royalty with that much attention :)

So what it comes down to is do I feel very safe... or why does one man need so many guns around him??????