“*Everybody* Must Get ‘Stoned’?!”

It’s a good thing my kid never reads this blog, ‘cause if he knew I was posting this, he’d kill me!

To the few friends who know me in real life and actually read this blog: Please don’t tell your kids, or my son will kill me twice!!


It was our son’s birthday. When I got home from work, I found a cryptic message from him on the answering machine. I waited ‘til the hubby got home from teaching his evening class, and then we called.

“Hi, how are you?”

I’m fine tonight.”

It was an odd answer, but I figured we should deal with the good stuff first, so I started singing “Happy Birthday,” and the Olde Man joined in.

“So what did you call us about?”

It turned out that our son had landed himself in the hospital with a painful, but, fortunately, not life-threatening, health problem the night before his birthday.

Like father, like son. :( But at least the old man had the good sense to wait ‘til he was in his late 50’s.

And here we thought that the only major medical bill we had to worry about was the one for the young man’s next set of hearing aids.

Our son was very upset because he’d missed 2 physics classes, which simply isn’t done. “How are you going to catch up?” “I’m not. I’ll just have to fake it.” From the sound of it, that’s going to be one hell of a trick.

After all the worry we had with him, he finally overcame his various disabilities enough to become a physics major at a mainstream college, and now this happens?! I just hope that this latest problem doesn’t sabotage either his studies or his career.