Saturday, October 30, 2010

What's in a name? That which we call Holly...

...Pop calls Homer, Otto, or Harley.

Recently we dogsat for my son who was visiting my older son in Munich for Oktoberfest. For some reason, Pop just could not remember Holly's name. Holly being the sweet dog that she is would happily respond to whatever Pop called her. Shakespeare he ain't

... by any other name would smell as sweet.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

We're not talking about driving

"He has a hard time steering the old thing" Mom's description of Pop peeing and missing the toilet bowl.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Pen Malfunction

I took Mom to the grocery store today and at the checkout line, she wrote a check to pay the bill. The cashier asked her to write her phone number on the check. Mom asked me to look at the check to make sure that she had written it correctly. She wrote a zero in place of a four in her phone number. I told her her mistake and she said, "I wrote a zero instead of a four, because THIS PEN doesn't have anymore fours."

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Big Boy Boo Boos

Most of these tales seem to revolve around doctor's visits, because that is what we do...visit doctors. Last week I took mom to the dentist. As we walked to the office, I took my eyes off Pop for one second to help mom up the incline and Pop fell. Fortunately, he was not hurt but did suffer a skinned knee and two scuffed knuckles. As we walked into the office, Pop sat down and promptly pulled his pant leg up to reveal his rug-burned knee. "Ooo, Oww, it hurts," Pop complained. I asked the receptionist if she had a bandaid. After I positioned the bandaid on his knee, Pop said, " I hurt my knuckles too!" Another request to the receptionist for two more bandaids, and after placement, he was satisfied and surveyed his wounds as he sat patiently in the waiting room with one pant leg pulled up.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Unintentional Innuendo

One night at dinner, mom recalled a recent news story about a house of prostitution that was busted by the police. She said, "the police had all the condiments spread all over the table, and he said they must have had a hard on to want money that bad." It was all I could do not to fall on the floor laughing.