The adventures of Fuzzy and Wheezy, a hardworking dyad, hell bent on zapping all the joy out of their lives by perpetually biting off more than they can chew.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
I sprung Mom from the Nursing Home this weekend. We attended church together today. During the service she nodded off and was listing so far to one side that I grew concerned she might topple over so I patted her shoulder. She awoke with a start and said "Interesting!" like she had been listening to every word. She said this loud enough for all to hear. They might have heard me giggling too.