I know. I know. It's been awhile, and I'm ignoring you. Sorry. Too many excuses to name, and you don't really care, do you?
A funny thing happened yesterday, on the way to the grocery store and I thought of you. So here we are.
Bubba is sitting in the front seat of the car, Hannah in the back, because ever since my sister came up with the non-fighting rule of "shotgun months," that war was averted. Instead of calling shotgun, you get an entire month of shotgun, and the other sibling has to sit in the backseat. This, works like a charm! It's amazing that it works so well, and like a pesky monthly visitor, you can always tell when it's the first of the month, because a new person is sitting next to you. Bubba and Hannah ALWAYS seem to know when it's the first, without being reminded.
So Bubba is in the front seat, and he takes off his flip flops and starts examining his feet. Nice, huh? Do all 12 year old boys do this? Take it from me, they are weird. So he's examining his feet and he announces that they are "bad again," meaning his rash is back. See? Boys are gross. Bubba, to be funny, thrusts one of his nasty feet in my driving space, for me to examine his rash. While I'm driving. I tell him to put his feet down (thinking it's unsafe) while Hannah finishes my sentence saying, "because no one wants your Syphilis."
Instant hysterics. Bubba really has Psoriasis, or maybe really bad athletes foot, we don't know because I keep forgetting to make a doctor appointment. Hannah, in her hilarity, continues with how he really needs to get some medicine for his FTD's, foot transmitted diseases, and get this skin condition under control.
It's going to be a long summer.