Again more that I wrote awhile ago that I need to get off scrap paper.
Yesterday (the day after memorial day), Jim fell ill, which sent me to my local Walgreens. To be honest, I don't go there often but the lady recognized me and we had the following conversation.
Clerk: "Are you ready, baby?"
Me: "Yep (placing the pepto on the counter)"
"Oh, who is sick?"
"too much bbq?"
"just the wrong kind of bbq"
"I will be thinking of you and him."