one of those drug commercials was just on the tube. no, not the "reptile dysfunction" sort - the "alzheimer's" sort.
so i turn to my family and i say, in no uncertain terms - when i get alzheimer's, please just let me be; leave some post-its on the table with my instructions for the day; lock me in from the outside and i'll be okay.
pop responds, "it's okay, babe - we already have a plan."
...oh boo...
Sunday, October 26, 2008
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