Yesterday…My bedroom door popped open and The Curmudgeon startled me awake by asking, “Are you going to run me to my neurologist appointment at one?”

     Once I got my heart rate back down to a somewhat normal cha-cha rhythm, I glanced at the clock.  It was noon and I needed a shower and coffee before I went anywhere.  “Are you freaking kidding me?”

     “Well I did ask you on Wednesday.”

     “You could’ve reminded me last night so I remembered to set my alarm and got up with enough time to shower, have coffee, and drive you there.”  I dragged my sorry ass out of bed, grabbed my towel, and headed to the bathroom.

     “Well, are you taking me?  I don’t think I can drive today.”

     “Yeah.  If you have my coffee ready for me when I get downstairs.”

     One quick shower later I was downstairs sipping on my coffee when he asked me another question.  “Do you think you can print out my med list?”

     “Easy answer for that one.  No, we don’t have time.  You forget, my computer doesn’t talk to my printer and I don’t have your med list on my lap top yet.  Grab the list off the cupboard door and update it.”

     We get into the car and ready to go when he starts asking me questions about certain buttons he sees.  This was only his second time in my van. 

     I respond through clenched teeth.  “If you want to get there, you might want to keep quiet and let me drive instead of saying, ‘look at that what is it?'”

     He survived the trip–I didn’t kill him…

     You all have a good one!