'Twas the night before Christmas, with yesterday spent boiling a mouthpad--twice, to sink those molars--and being hit, and hitting. Not your normal holiday preparations, but then again today is hardly usual for us. A sick kid is in the next room. Your average winter cold is ominous for the diabetic, and we had communicated with the on call endocrinologist twice before lunch. Next stop is the ER for IVs, he said. Merry Christmas. The line up was such at boxing class that I'd be sparring the teacher. "Oh man," Chad exclaimed, knowing what Emily could be like. "You're in for it." I had figured I'd be up against either a smaller, older man in the class or Emily, and it's saying something that I preferred the man. The preparation for being alone with your opponent and your wits requires people: the boxer is helpless to put on the gloves or the headgear. I stood as a fellow classmate pulled the headgear down over my face, was able to do nothing about t
ahahah MY FART! i have an 11 year old daughter who would think that was hilarious too, so go figure!
ReplyDeletei love the reenactments! all the best in your pump process! great to see the family! :)
I guess he was technically still abiding by the "only do fart jokes at home" rule.
ReplyDeleteI loved how proud he seems to be, having control over his own universe!
ReplyDeleteHe certainly does...I wonder how many viewers picked up on how much acting he's doing in this. Even the first "diabetes cheer" is a big fake. It took me awhile to realize that other people don't automatically realize he's putting them on...
ReplyDeleteNice to see you guys. Miss you--even the kids, whom I've never met. GO TEAM SCHEER!
ReplyDeleteIt's been forever, mister. Wish we could connect!
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