so. the carpenter is back. and ron white is in town. this is not a good combination. but we got tickets anyway. glad we did. my cheeks hurt. from laughing. long enough to take my mind off of this conversation:
dad [minutes before we left for the show. i should remind you this is the first time my dad has watched the kids for an extended period of time. by himself. having to put them to bed. and change their diapers before bed. which i forgot to remind him to do]: 'you're gonna have to give me the address to the hospital. or something. in case somebody gets hurt.'
me [with a blank stare]: uh, 911.
side note: number one - what the hell. number two - there is no way he could find the hospital. even if i did give him the address. number three - there is no way in hell he could drive fast enough to get there before we even got home from the show. and lastly - he has no clue on how to get either one of those kids in a carseat.
but the kids were just fine. diapers were changed. catastrophe diverted.
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