8.16.07

Category: dribblings

mr. fleegan had to have a tooth pulled out of his head yesterday. if it had been me i’d be all mopey and eating pain pills and whining about having to eat yogurt, and poor old me and my tooth of woe!

but not mr. fleegan. he came home and slept the rest of the valium and gas off and then woke up and was all, “hey thanks for getting the prescription filled while i was out.”

“you’re welcome! is it hurting? should you take this pain medicine now? the paper says to take it an hour after the surgery.”

“nah. i don’t need it.”

“but…but, i got it. for you. with money. we bought this.”

“it doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“gah, you…with your mouth healing. remember how when you had your wisdom teeth cut out you ate lasagna that night? and how, when i had mine cut out i sat in a recliner for a week drugged out of my mind and eating spoonfuls of yogurt for meals?”

“heh. what a baby.”

“what are we going to do with this medicine?”

“we could sell it to your dad.”

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