With no real improvement on the horizon, it was decided that Middle could go home to recuperate.
Of course it was far more complicated than just that, but I'm sparing you.
So many professionals asked him so many questions (have you been out of the country? is anyone around you sick? did you fall? did you eat anything strange? where does it hurt? did it always hurt there? what do you do for a living?) that we started to invent answers designed to stupify...
Why, yes, I was out of the country. I was tasting the vast and varied tap water available in Mexico.
It's difficult to say whether I travel...I am dating a flight attendant.
I do love a day-old all-you-can-eat buffet.
Binge drinking? Define "binge." Like, a quart? A gallon? What are we talking here?
Well, yes, there were a lot of drugs in the house - I was staying with two neurologists. (true)
What do I do for a living? I work with animals. Elderly animals.
Most of the staff seemed to think that a 22 year-old who had been away for the weekend must have been involved in some heavy duty partying. Middle and his friends had a couple of beers
(Mom, have you ever heard the Schaffer beer jingle? The one beer to have if you're having more than one?! Who are they marketing this stuff to??!) and were busy playing a new video game.
He's home, I'm off...TO GERMANY.
I've read the recent bits on the popularity of the dirndl.
What do you think?
There are many variations.
Some are so free-spirited!
There are even some in black.
Or with fur.
Some even seem entirely appropriate for the office.
I'm just not sure.