I practically did the drive-thru pickup with him. His dad took him to the hospital that morning, he underwent surgery, and I showed up that afternoon to pretty much drive up, load him in the car, and take him home. No muss, no fuss.
He's having (yet) another surgery. This time on his shoulder. Apparently we're on the once-a-year-get-a-body-part-operated-on Plan.
[Insert joke about just taking him out back and shooting him. Like the olden days. Because trust me, I've made plennnnnnty of those jokes at his expense.]
[And hey? When's it MY turn for surgery? You know, like lasik eye surgery. Or a tummy tuck. Or lipo. Or a boob job...(and totally in that order too)]
But this time, since he did schedule the surgery when it happened to be convenient for ME, I am chauffering him to and from the procedure tomorrow.
May the odds be ever in our favor.
And speaking of trilogies...Uh, how appropriate would it be for me to read the second book of 50 Shades of Grey in the waiting room?
(I hope to finish the first