Little Napoleon and I spent all day in Powell waiting for what turned out to be about a 15 minute surgery to do a skin graft. It was an aggravating day.
Because I work 6 days a week, my one day off is filled with laundry, cleaning, yard work and other drudgery. Missing chore day puts me behind all week long and it irritates me.
However, we spent the day laughing insanely and making fun of other people. My sides ache from having the giggles all day.
For example: We stopped at Taco Johns on the way home for chicken tacos and bean burritos. It took forever. I finally asked, “What the hell? Why is this taking so long? Are they outside chasing down a chicken?”
Little Napoleon replied, “Pollo, venga aqui. Como te llama?”
What the…? Why would they ask the chicken its name?
That kid comes up with the most bizarre shit. Then again, it might have been the pain meds.
Hopefully, all surgeries are finished and he can stop being a cripple. Except that one of his friends bought him a cane to hobble around on (they took skin from his upper right thigh) and he thinks he’s Dr. House now. Again, that might be the pain meds.