First Thing In The Morning

I’m jammin’ this post in before the gorgeous, wonderful, magnificent storm-o’-the-day moves in. We’ve been so dry, I’m cheering for Team Thor. It does make me unplug everything, though, since a couple of friends of mine (yes, I have at least two) lost computers when lightning came in through their modems.

Mom got a clean bill of health yesterday from her remove-the-pill-you-huffed-ologist, who continued to impress me favorably by regaling us with tales of stuff he had removed from people’s lungs recently (walnut “It broke apart and I had to chase the pieces all around the lung”, asparagus, cauliflower).

This morning, I told Charlie that Mom and I are going to Louisville for a tour of Kosair Children’s Hospital. His reply:

“I wouldn’t go to Louisville for a tour of the Grand Canyon.”

. . .

Life is good.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Someone accidentally breathes something in and has to have it removed. They bring him what they removed, and it isn’t what he huffed, but he recognizes it. Or her.

MA