Monday, May 17, 2010

I'll be honest. When my kid's school calls and says your grandson is sick, but there's a terrible accident and the road is closed in my direction, and I call you and ask you to pick him up and you say you can't because you haven't had breakfast yet, and it's after 10 am, well, I become a little less concerned with the amount of jello on the floor of your soon-to-be nursing home.

2 comments:

MarathonMom said...

oh yeah. My mom would have said I haven't even had my first cigarette!

yogurt said...

Consider yourself excused from the guilt of too seldom visits.