little ditties, from last summer

Dad: “Geez, I am falling apart.” 

Me: Dad, you’ve already fallen apart. They’ve just put you back together.

Dad: “Call the undertaker!”  Upon being taken by ambulance to the hospital for a suspected serious infection.

Me: Dad, we really need to find something that you are interested in, that you can spend time on and enjoy, maybe with others.

Dad: Donna, They’ve got television for that.

 

 

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