In 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.
At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Himself Knows Best
I was relaxing in the sunroom, taking a well-deserved rest. I had me a week dealing with Prissy and her problems. You’ll recall the leaking pipe hysterics. Then there was a call because she had pressed several buttons on her channel changer and changed the picture to video snow.
The phone rang. Himself got up to answer it.
“That’s either The Eldest calling from work looking for a ride home or Prissy.”
“Herself is right here.” Himself handed me the phone and settled Himself in his La-Z-Boy.
I sighed. Prissy. I pantomimed hanging myself.
She had pressed the buttons on the channel changer again.
I looked to the heavens took a deep breath and counted to ten. “Open the front panel of the television and press the button on the far right side.”
She put the phone down, and I could hear her shuffle to the television.
“I did what you said, but nothing happened.”
I told her I’d be over. Hung up the phone and let out a feral yell. "Couldn't you have told her I was dead?"
Himself chuckled. “Cheer up. Soon you’ll be a Weeble, and you can call up people to aggravate them.”
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