My family is defective, part PT and 911
Dec. 16th, 2013 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdI forgot to tell this story when it happened.
I was having lunch with Mom and a couple of her friends.
In the middle of it, I get a phone call.
Chris needs his Mom (me). Because he needs to know how to tell if the microwave is STILL on fire.
Not on fire.
Still on fire.
Mom and her friends sit aghast for a moment and then it sinks in. So I have three old ladies making extremely silly an unhelpful comments as I try to talk my boy through microwave checking and disposal.
And today's:
Mudd is in PT for his back. He came in and announced "A little electrical shock and some time on the rack for stretching." My response was "PT, torture or orgy?"
"The first two."
I was having lunch with Mom and a couple of her friends.
In the middle of it, I get a phone call.
Chris needs his Mom (me). Because he needs to know how to tell if the microwave is STILL on fire.
Not on fire.
Still on fire.
Mom and her friends sit aghast for a moment and then it sinks in. So I have three old ladies making extremely silly an unhelpful comments as I try to talk my boy through microwave checking and disposal.
And today's:
Mudd is in PT for his back. He came in and announced "A little electrical shock and some time on the rack for stretching." My response was "PT, torture or orgy?"
"The first two."
