So I am at my parents house about 3:30 in the morning (I live next door to them), I got the lights clicked on and the coffee started and I was uncovering their birds when I hear a big thud and my Mama screaming.
I run down the hall and my Pops fell into the wall trying to put his jeans on in the dark standing up ( Pops is 84 and still works a 40 hour week).
We get him into his chair and luckily nothing is broke. He hit his head but no probs there. He is pretty sore and refused to go down to the hospital for a check.
I get mad and go into work. After a couple of hours I get that guilty,worried feeling and come home early to check on him.
I get a darn ticket for some no right turn between the hours of 7 and 9 in the morning (sign, what sign, I didnt see no sign)
Then I go to warm him up some leftovers for breakfast so he can take an aspirin and their microwave starts spitting lightning.
So off I go to Wal-Mart to get them a microwave.
The remainder of the day calmed down but Pops still will not go and have himself looked at. He is a stubborn old scudder
To make myself feel better I fire up the Weber-Q and set it on lo and slowly grilled up some hot dogs and topped em off with some mustard and chili.
Gonna smoke a couple of bowls (corn cobb) and go to bed super early. As the day has gone on I have gotten more upset about seeing my hero laying on the floor not being able to get up.......sure hope tomorrow is a better day
at least I am full
