There's a good chance you hallucinated this week without ever knowing it

Inverse ^ | October 11, 2019 | By Jack Barton on

[Monkey Face]

My Favorite Son is coming over in a couple of hours to assemble the desk with me, and maybe even move the Secretary into the bedroom. At which point, we can unwrap the stuff in the Big Box and get that set up as well. Yippee!!

After which, he is taking me to lunch and also to a matinee of “Midway.” Such a GOOD son!! They will be leaving tomorrow. And I will miss them very much.

The migraine is still with me but has lessened somewhat to a dull throb, so hopefully, today’s activities will help it leave.

[Monkey Face]

I hope your hike is uneventful. And of course, a Nap-With-A-Cat is mandatory on your return!

[null and void]

Did I mention that her new meds were on the kitchen counter while I spent an hour setting up a simple follow-up appointment, and when I was done, the were gone?

They are nowhere to be found, and she of course has no idea what they look like, and never saw them.

*sigh* We looked everywhere, up to inside the washer and drier.

[Silentgypsy]

Thank you.

[Silentgypsy]

Have a grand weekend, y’all.

[null and void]

We’re going to spend it looking for a Wallgreens pharmacy bag that my mother never saw, but remembers giving to me when I was on the phone trying to schedule her cardiac follow-up appointment.

[Monkey Face]

Sorry about the SNAFU. Did you look in the garbage?

The desk is finished and I’m going to lunch with my son, then to a movie.

FReepmail me your phone number and I’ll send you a photo of the desk in progress and my son progressing.

[null and void]

Every trash container in the house, multiple times.

Mom even looked on the front porch. Why? No one knows.

It’s not in the refrigerator, the freezer the dish washer, any of the kitchen cabinets she can reach, either bathroom, her recliner, the pantry, the hall closets, the car, the service porch, her purse, the bookcases...

I don’t think it would be on your desk in progress.

[NoCmpromiz]

Note that spell-checker would not have fixed that.. ;-)

[NoCmpromiz]

Re: Your tagline.

TOMADO DE LA MANO

But then you probably know that.. ;-)

[null and void]

Now she’s insisting that she brought the pills to me when I was on the phone trying to arrange her follow-up appointment (AFAIK, she slept through that whole process) handed them to me, and I looked for a place to put them on my desk, then threw them under my desk, and gave her a smug ‘Well, that takes care of THAT’ look.

She got REALLY PISSED when I insisted she look under the desk.

Ended up leaving while sobbing that “It’s always my fault”.

[NoCmpromiz]

OK, help me out here. I note that the lyrics on the EweToob version are not necessarily in total agreement with the lyrics from the previously posted link. Are there more than one version of the song, or are the posted lyrics just the Cliff's Notes version?

Tomado de la mano - YouTube

[NoCmpromiz]

So were the pills under the desk?

[null and void]

Nope.

[Tax-chick]

There are a couple of different versions. The one I learned was, “Tomado de la mano, yo voy con El,” repts., but on YouTube, it’s “Tomado de la mano, con Jesus yo voy.”

[NoCmpromiz]

;-)

[Silentgypsy]

Pockets? Coat and pants pockets? Drawers?

[Silentgypsy]

Maybe on the floor between appliances in the kitchen?

[null and void]

Checked.

[null and void]

Didn’t check.