My dad is a one-of-a-kind. I definitely get my sarcastic side from him, and if I have any toughness or strength, I probably got it from him too. Recently he went to the doctor and had several tests done. I won’t give you all the details, but there could have been something to worry about. Luckily, that isn’t the case.
He sent me an email this morning with all his test results and it looks like he will be around for many more years to torture us with his biting sense of humor. As I am reading his email, I made the mistake of continuing to eat my breakfast and wound up spitting milk all over my computer when I got to the last two lines.
“He also gave me a prescription for Valium to help me sleep when the old arthritis pain hits at bed time. That works well. He also said I could take one every 3 hours and I wouldn’t be an asshole any more.”
Not that I believe this to be true, but if it is, I might try to get a prescription for Dan too.