Spent most of the last couple of days at the hospital with my Mom. Some interesting snippets of conversation with her after they administered painkillers:
Me: So I ran into the Stephensons the other night...
Mom: Bicycles!
Me: What?
Mom: ...bicycles don't have anything to do with the Stephensons, do they?
Me: No.
Mom: Okay.
Mom: I'm kind of surprised my Mom didn't call me.
Me: Mom, she's been dead for twenty years.
Mom: Oh yeah, that's right.
Me: Well Mom, I think I'm going to head out for the night.
Mom: Okay. Do you have all your guns?
Me: Sure do, right here. (at this point it's easier just to humor her).
Mom: Okay, bye!
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Oh the joys of painkillers. When I broke my arm, my Grandma thought it would a good idea to load me up on some sort of pain meds.
I remember laughing at the TV for awhile until I realized it wasn't on.
I like the "do you have all your guns?".
Hope she's doing ok.
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