I’m feeling the need for a light little post today, to counterbalance the last one.
Mom and I managed to get to and from all her appointments a few days ago right before the blizzard hit in full force. Normally she’s terrified to go out in the snow, even if it’s been cleared, but she adores doctors’ visits, so the anticipation of getting a few bothersome things “fixed” gave her the rose-colored glasses she needed to step out into the white day.
She was quite animated that day and had a string of entertaining comments, but couldn’t comprehend why they were making everyone laugh. She was just being her earnest self.
Unfortunately, I forgot most of them, but here’s a couple I jotted down:
Dentist: “Looks like you have some gingivitis here.”
Carol Jean: “I caught that from my daughter.”
2 hours later at the doctor’s office….
Carol Jean to the female doctor: “We passed by Hooters on the way here. Meg refused to stop again. I’ve never been there, and like I keep telling her, I really feel I need to know what that’s all about.”
Female doctor: “I hear they have good wings.”