Dear officer,
I realize when I told you that blue didn't look good on you I should have kept my mouth shut. I did not realize that your mother in law had bought and sewed you that lovely blue out fit you were wearing. I do however feel that making me wear a blue backless dress/cough sheet/rag/curtain/call it what you may day after day with matching blue booties stuck in a padded cell with blue pads all around me is taking it a bit far don't you think?
May I make a small suggestion? If you do not want me to start writing on my padded cell walls with what you what consider graffiti then I would suggest you put a little starch in your under pants and let me out of this dang place.........or is that another problem you have? Does your momma starch your under's too?
Just curious.........
Rachel you crack me up!
ReplyDeleteRachel! you know all you have to do is say the word and I will bust you out of that place in the middle of the night. No one will know. I will wear my scrubs...put you in some, and we will walk out of there like we are employees and we own the place. Of course Brian will have to agree. :) Let me know if you need make up, body wash, good smelling lotion, chocolate, a bucket of ice cream, shaving cream/shaver, lufa,a hair dresser, nail artist, your feet massaged, you name it girl...im there. And you tell that nurse of yours to shove it! You got family to take care of you!
ReplyDeleteWell, well - are we slightly on drugs? And it isn't the officer - it's nurse April. And she's not wearing blue, she's asking for it - with black. And yep, I bet she's starched. To be fair, we also have nurses Holly, Jill and the dear Lorna and we have Joice and Mary and about a dozen other folks, including some student nurses - like that BYU one we loved - who have been fabulous.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, we'll get you home. And we won't take the applesauce with us. Or the french toast (even if we need a sponge to wash the car).