Helen was dutifully at work this early morning as I was getting ready to leave for my volunteer position. She was cooking some scrambled cheese eggs and had some biscuits in the oven. Soon, the smell of frying sausage would be upon the air.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I gave her a big heartfelt bear hug.
“My diverticulitis was acting up,” Helen replied with a pained look on her face. “I haven’t been very careful with what I have been eating lately. That will teach me not to do that anymore. I felt terrible.”
Mom ambled into the kitchen just about as I was leaving for work out the back door.
“It’s good to have her back,” she joyfully said of Helen as she poured her a large glass of orange juice.
Yes. Yes, it was. I was very worried about her.
The Modesty Is Not With Us…
Dad’s mom, my grandmother, was like this as well. They have no qualms about embarrassing a family member with their lack of modesty. I knocked on mom and dad’s kitchen door late last night to get my iPad I had left ever there earlier in the day. Dad answered the door in just a towel draped around his waist.
“Good God dad!” I said laughing nervously. “Put some clothes on. You have no modesty whatsoever.”
The Rapture Passed Without Event…
The Rapture that was supposed to happen yesterday was the trending event all across the Internet and social networks yesterday – lots of tongue in cheek jokes going on. Move along, Move along. Nothing to see here. Now we have 2012 to see how adept the Mayans were at predicting our demise.
2 comments:
Bill is a towel guy too, lol!
I'm glad Helen is okay, sometimes surgery is the solution, OUCH! I'm glad that you're still here and I hope that you are happy and well.
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