I mentioned earlier that Carl had back surgery. He’s recovering just fine and yesterday, I took him to get his stitches removed. He’s now been cleared to drive and it will probably take a big ole’ dip from my inheritance just to pay for gas. 🙄
Some don’t feel the need to go, go, go. Like me — I don’t just get a hankerin’ to get in the car and drive around. Others — like the peskies — dream of stuff they simply have to go out to buy. Like they can’t wait 15-minutes to get a bar of soap because they only have 10 stored in the garage. I’m not joking, you guys. The next day, they’ll be “almost out” of toothpicks — or something equally as important.
Our phone conversations over the past couple weeks have followed the exact same pattern:
Me: What’s going on?
Mr. Pesky: Same thing that went on yesterday. (Said in the most disgusted tone possible.)
Momma Pesky: And the same thing that went on the day before. (Obviously repulsed tone loudly uttered following the response of Mr. Pesky.)
During that almost 3-week period of recuperation from surgery, Carl also turned another year older. He asked that his age not be disclosed, and of course, I’ll honor that request.
TIL (Today I Learned): The rhyme you probably sang as a kid, “Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush,” was really a tune coined by female inmates of Wakefield Prison in England. That was their regimen for daily exercise and the bush is still on the grounds of Wakefield.