Honey, Am I Supposed To Tell Them Everything?

Hello everyone. Yes, I am back!!

It has been a rather eventful summer due to my inability to find employment. Gee! Thanks Barack for stopping any and all forward movement in the healthcare arena. I would also like to thank each and every one of you that voted for our current administration. JOB WELL DONE, FOLKS!!

Anyway, I have been remiss in keeping everyone up to date on how we are doing. So, let’s consider this an early Christmas Update Letter. You know, those irritating letters from people every year around Christmas, informing you how they and their family have been doing over the past year. Yup. You know who you are folks. Knock it off. They’re irritating and most people couldn’t give a fat crap if little Johnny just got new colored braces or little Becky got fitted for her first training bra, okay? Just stop it!!

I’m sorry. I just had one of those lapses my doctor had warned me about. Anyway, where do I start? Do I start by telling you about Lise and how she showed up at the Hospital in Florida on Easter Sunday with a huge fishing hook planted in the back of her head by yours truly? Nah! That’s a boring story or, at least it is for me?

How about our latest hospital adventure for Lise, where she got into my car, a few weeks ago, after a hard day at work, (at least she has a job) only to start talking to me like she had left her tongue in the office? I asked her if she had been drinking and her response was, “…I haf bin in du offish all day working my ash off and you shink I’ve bin dinkin?” Aside from sounding like Marlee Matlin (you know, the actress in Children of a Lesser God) I quickly realized that I should halt any further queries about alcohol. So, off to the hospital we went and had Lise treated for a new MS adventure. Three days later she was home, relaxing. No big deal!

Let’s see now; how about Nick who was informed by his roommate that he had to get rid of his cat, Karma. Not to sound overly dramatic, but that’s like telling John Hinckley that he can’t watch Jodie Foster movies anymore or telling Sirhan-Sirhan to stay away from the handgun displays at the JC Penny. So, you get my drift, right?

Anyway, Nick found a great place in Severna Park, his old stomping ground and less than 5 miles away from his brother in a beautiful, serene part of the Park called Linstead. His neighbors are wonderful and don’t have a clue what is about to happen. Drums are being set up and Nick found out that his upstairs neighbor is also a drummer, so they have decided to practice together. Oh what fun. Music in the Park. It’s going to sound like Mboto, the village elder, calling everyone together for dinner. Hey, maybe the village idiot may show up. I promise to keep you up to date on that one. Anyway, Sundays promise to be fun, what with football, parties, drunk Perunoviches and their friends; can’t wait.

Well, enough about us. Expect the blog to be updated weekly, purely because I have SFA (that stands for Sweet Fanny Apples) to do all day. Have a great week and remember everyone: Don’t start drinking before 10 AM. The program is working for me.