I had a pretty funny anecdote about my daughter and Memorial Day but that'll have to wait until I can really just sit around and write it up. I do that kind of thing during work hours, and I haven't been to work since last Friday. This Sunday my mother had a heart attack. And a major one at that, she's going into bypass surgery in about an hour. So I realize that once you read those two sentences you felt compelled to feel, real or by social obligation, and show some sympathy towards me and mine. Well, I'm telling you don't for one main reason.
This is a strong woman. "My mother can beat up your father" strong. While we were getting info about the surgery and recovery and all that the doctor started telling her how she needs to change her eating and cooking habits. Less butters, cholesterol, more heart healthy choices. She motioned for the doctor to get closer and as he leaned in she punched him. And I mean punched him. Broke his nose. This is a woman that won't let anyone change her, even her own body to the point of violence. You don't mess with her food, for herself or her family.
So as you can see this is also why I'll eat pretty much anything you call food and put in front of me. Fear of not eating it has been beaten into my DNA.
She'll be fine as will the rest of us, and while I appreciate the automatic reaction it's completely unnecessary. Unless the doctor she clocked is also the surgeon. Then she might be in a smidgen of trouble.
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George Carlin wrote:
I think it’s the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately.