As a Rhode Islander, The Woman is placing an inordinate amount of faith in some programmer’s ability to interpret her accent. Good thing she doesn’t want quahogs, she’d break the program.
Can confirm. I received routine wellness checks from all of the furry residents of my home when I slept on the sofa after my knee surgery two years ago, and then again after my wrist surgery (when I had to keep it elevated) last year.
You would be surprised how much of what Daniel learned in the movie was simply part of the curriculum for The Boy to earn his yellow belt (first one you test for) in taekwondo. “Wax on, wax off,” for example, was taught to him on the second day of classes. I think the “crane kick” was for his orange belt.
The Gigi (the skipper1992 family counterpart to The Nana) was supposed to come tomorrow to spend the weekend with us, partly to see Brad Williams (my newest avatar) in concert tomorrow night, partly to see her firstborn child, but, I suspect, mostly to see her great-granddaughter. And maybe her grandson, too.
Unfortunately, the aforementioned grandson plays D&D twice a month and last night he learned from a couple of other players that “oh, yeah, we had strep a couple of weeks ago.”
You may ask how the subject came up, and the answer is: because The Girl has strep. My mom is still immunocompromised from a couple of years of cancer treatments, so she decided to defer her trip until another time. Unfortunately, of course, we learned the hard way a few months ago that there comes a point when “another time” is much less of a certainty.
The Girl is a bit whiny, as all sick five-year-olds are, but she has been started on what seems to be the universal antibiotic for children: the pink bubblegum flavored medicine. Which, fortunately, she likes.
As a Rhode Islander, The Woman is placing an inordinate amount of faith in some programmer’s ability to interpret her accent. Good thing she doesn’t want quahogs, she’d break the program.