Today I went back to the cardiologist, where I learned that my heart is fine (yay!) and doctors are still unfunny.
Thing 1, though, thinks that he is very funny because while we were having lunch he somehow convinced me that shark tears do not have salt in them. I know. I am so bad at math. And geography. And zoology.
After we gorged ourselves and he mocked me about imaginary freshwater tears, we had a pretty enjoyable day with my Grandma.
Right up until this monsoon thing hit us at the grocery store. Here were Thing 1 and I, struggling like Dorothy and Toto to hold the cart and unload it into the car, and my Grandma just kind of blows past us and into another store. I think her shopping cart may have been pulling her at that point. The wind was blowing so hard that there was grit in my eyes, my mouth, and even in my shoes. A trashcan next to me blew away. And here’s my Gram, just shopping her little heart out. I guess if you’ve lived through a hurricane you don’t get flustered by much, but damn.
When we got home it was still pouring, so I hurried around the car to help her up the steps. And busted my ass. I mean, I went down so fast I don’t even know what happened but I do know it hurts like hell now. That woman is more spry than I am and she’s damned near 80 years old. I don’t even know what I was thinking.
Once we were at our house, I was trying to get everything put up, but as usual there were kids in my way.
Me: Would you move please?
Thing2: Why? Am I in your way?
Me: YES! I’d like to get this laundry put away before it melts.
Thing1: Hahahaha. You are insane.
And that reminds me of the other day.
Thing1: What do you even do around here?
I replied, “Oh, I just keep on keepin on.”
For some reason he requested that I stop talking after that.
Then he had the hiccups, so I, of course, said “bless you.”
T1: Whaaa?!
me: *blank stare*
T1: I think you just confused the hiccups out of me.
Husband: Awesome. We found your skill set.
And I can’t leave out Thing 3. Last night she came running in from bible school, obviously excited.
Me: What? Did you have fun?? *smiling*
T3: Did you know that DADDY had OTHER GIRLFRIENDS before you?????
Me: And this is what they are teaching you at vacation bible school?
T3: Lots of girlfriends. *giggles*
Now I need to go because there is chewed up paper towel all over my bed and I don’t even know whether to blame a child or a pet.
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