Happy D-Day yesterday

One of hubby's buddies, a genuinely nice guy, was killed Thursday when a child threw a grenade into the gun turret during an escort. Buncha sickos over there. It's sad, isn't it?
Hubby's sister re-joined the cult on Thursday, too. Erica told me at Vertex last night that sis claimed she didn't want to be a glorified baby-sitter. Um, she's the mother of three children, unwanted children who are now shuttled between the two sets of grandparents. Whew, I'm glad I didn't let hubby sign us up to be the first lil' bastard's legal guardians! Poor boys, though.