Wednesday, June 3, 2009


I went to my sister and brother-in-law's house the other night and hung out for awhile. I brought brownie bites and cashew clusters to them and, in return, they fed me dinner. We fed the twins and put them to bed and watched Ice Road Truckers. Somewhere along the way we got talking about Alzheimer's. Kate, my sister, had a great definition of it which still cracks me up:

"Like you're a guy who cuts wood. And you still think you cut wood. Only you're in an alzheimer's unit. Locked down."

It might have been one of those things you had to be there for, but it had me laughing for like five minutes afterward. I still chuckle about it. What would I do without my Farfig?

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