March 25, 2012
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Cee Goes Home Early And Another Boy Blunder
TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM (AND BEYOND)
If nothing else, today we got a few laughs in for different reasons. First of all, Sister Cee got to go home a day earlier than she expected. I guess she passed all her tests (she was always good at test taking) so they said she could go home if she wanted. Wanted? Hell, she probably would have flown out the window if she could have. I know she was tired. You do NOT get to sleep well in the hospital. THAT is a fact of life.
So, she calls Frankenstein to tell him they are letting her go home. He’s ready to jump in the car but she tells him to wait because there’s paperwork to do, she has to get dressed and see her doctor one last time when he makes his rounds so she can get her prescriptions and then she will call him. He agrees and says to call as soon as she thinks she will be ready because it takes about a half hour to drive to the hospital from their condo.
So, about an hour or slightly more later, she calls and Frankenstein says to her, *You may have to stay because I took a pain pill and I don’t want to drive.* She goes ballistic and who can blame her? She yells at him, *You couldn’t wait a half hour to take a damn pain pill? Well, bite me, Frankenstein. Don’t worry about it. I’ll find my own way home.* At that, she hangs up and calls a taxi, knowing they will be the fastest means of getting home.
Now, *I* know where the hospital is and just how far it is from there to Sister Cee’s condo. I said, *OMG! That had to be one expensive taxi ride home!* In a very quiet voice, she just said, *It was.* When she got home, she told Frankenstein she was no longer going to give him a ride to his doctor’s appointments nor pick him up. He could find his own way via Medical Transport like the others in the condo do. I could almost hear her blood pressure rising and I told her to calm down because she didn’t need that. I said, *You are out of the hospital, at your own home now and you can relax.* She laughed a little and I could hear her calming down. Frankenstein KNOWS she is pissed…..and she has every reason to be. I think that Frankenstein is actually getting senile because he kept saying they were waiting ALL DAY LONG for her to call. BS! But, like a man, he will convince himself…eventually. But, I know Cee. Frankenstein will be making his own way to his doctor’s appointments…for some time to come. She doesn’t forgive easily.
The Boy also had one of his *moments* that turned into a bit of a nightmare. He never does anything by half, that’s for sure. It started while Bratfink and I were talking on the phone. I wasn’t sure at first what was going on and had to call back after a bit to clarify things. Get this!
Bratfink and I were talking about comfort and suddenly the smoke alarms are going off. To Bratfink, this is not unusual. Her comment? *Oh, sounds like dinner is ready!* Whenever the Boy makes himself *square steaks* (cube steaks), he insists on cooking them on high and it results in the kitchen…and more….filling with smoke and the smoke alarms go off.
Now, remember, they have an alarm service. So the Boy is talking to them and he can’t remember his code word. He never told it to Bratfink for whatever reason (it’s supposed to be a secret) so she couldn’t help him out. As a result, he’s jumping through hoops, giving answers so they will finally believe he IS, indeed, THE BOY. Here’s the fun part. When a smoke alarm goes off, it doesn’t just go to the alarm company, it also notifies the fire department. After the Boy hangs up from the alarm company, he doesn’t give anything another thought until there’s all these sirens and then pounding on their door. The cats are terrified and running all over to hide; the dog is barking his head off, Bratfink is trying to cover herself up and the Boy has this vacant, puzzled look on his face as he answers the door to find all kinds of firemen at his door and all over the lawn.
He apologizes, tells the firemen that he thought the alarm company would have let them know it was a false alarm. Since it was right around dinner time, Bratfink is sure that they were pulled away from their own dinner to take care of the Boy’s inability to fry up a cube steak without creating myriads of smoke. They were not happy. I can’t blame them either. I’m sure the Boy’s neighbors got a kick out of the two big fire engines on their small street. The dog, Woofie, is walking around with a smug look on his face now because *he* chased away two BIG FIRE TRUCKS! By himself. If I can catch Bratfink when she’s not laughing her ass off at how embarrassed the Boy was about the whole thing, I may have more news on this. But, ya know. I don’t think it needs any embellishing, do you?
The Beast picked up Chewlee to take her with him to bible study today. Afterward, he took her to McD’s for her chicken mcnuggets that she loves. She had to be in hog heaven. The cute thing is that Chewlee truly loves to do things with her grandfather. She would ride with him on his John Deere all day long. Or on the ATV. Or even just the scooter. She will go out and help him pull weeds or dig holes for some new plant or other. She doesn’t care, as long as she is with him. Of course, the key is also *outside*. It’s like *outside* is for things to do with grandpa. *Inside* is things to do with me. Too funny.
Well, time to get this posted. I don’t expect anything exciting to happen the rest of my day and it’s almost dark now. Love you all and I hope you had a great weekend. Have a great week and I wish you all the best of weather.
