I coughed out the other half of my lung in the ice cream aisle. Don't judge. First off, it was ice cream, y'all. And secondly, I was in a shocked delirium over the cost of the drugs.
Well, both the ice cream and drugs are gone and I still feel like crap. I'm still coughing and have chills. But I had to act like I felt okay because my youngest son and his wife were coming to town. You see, my grandson and the rest of his wrestling team from MIT were flying to Virginia from Mass. to wrestle in a 20 team tournament at a local college. Bonus for this grandma...I'd get to see one of my grandkids.
Yay me!!!! I didn't care how crappy I felt.
At one point, my son moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "I know you, mom. You're not fooling me. You feel like hell. Go home. Go to bed."
"Don't think you can order me around. I can still beat your behind."
The kid might not live to see 45.