Gideon is sick.
The symptoms? Headaches and fevers.
The best part? The attitude.
"Why won’t you just leave me ALONE!"
"I DO NOT NEED THAT MUCH MEDICINE!"
"Find me food now before I DIE!"
"I said I wanted pizza!"
"That medicine makes my mouth feel HORRIBLE!"
I feel like a candy striper in a nursing home.
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LOL….love that last sentence.
Comment by Jacki — February 27, 2008 @ 6:40 am
Yeah, but at least at the old folks home you get felt up a lot. That makes it worth the volunteer time alone.
Comment by Claudia — February 27, 2008 @ 1:54 pm
Maybe you should give him some Geritol?
Or some strained prunes. Either way.
And start calling him “Ethel.” Or maybe “Geezer.”
At least in your head.
Comment by Allanna — February 27, 2008 @ 5:54 pm