I caused myself a brief moment of panic earlier today. I noticed on my calendar that I had jotted down June 27th as my nephew's graduation date. WHAT?!?!?!?! But I'm going to be there from June 17th - 24th. No, no, no, no, no!!! I CAN'T have messed this up! My family will KILL me!

A quick trip to the school website confirmed that I had messed writing the wrong date on my calendar. He graduates on the 22nd. YAY! I'm not the worst auntie in the world after all.  

Oh and I don't think I've mentioned it here yet but my brother's surgery is for June 7th. It only took about 2.5 months for them to find a date where both surgeons were available. That's not horrible I suppose, considering the state of such things in the Maritimes.  Hopefully both the surgeries will be successful and he'll heal well. And with any luck that will be all and he won't need either chemo or radiation treatment. My mother is way more stressed about this than she's letting on.