The CVS incident

Let's get started right away, I've got a lot to tell you.
First piece of business is, it was G-Uncle Mark's birthday yesterday. Now I haven't and don't want to get in the habit of mentioning everyone's B-days, but this is a weird situation. So for the last six decades or so, G-Uncle Mark has celebrated his birthday on June 25th. Until yesterday everything was fine with that. Now it shares that date with The King of Pedophiles, excuse me, I mean of Pop. So I sent some emails to legal counsel and I think maybe he should petition the court for a change in birthdays, not an easy fix but with time and patience still doable.

Second piece of business is, I am not feeling well today, and Grandad had to take me to the doctors. So in the rush to get out the door I accidentally ripped his "Farah" poster, now normally Grandad is pretty forgiving, but he got pissed. Strike one.

The doctors office was fine, but late as usual. He kept bitching " why can't 9;10 mean 9;10. Strike two.

Then off to get the prescription. I have never had a problem at CVS before, but so far we have two strikes going.

My first question to all my blog followers is what's a GD moron, and secondly what's a neanderthal? Because I didn't know it, but they both work right downtown at CVS. Strike three, Grandad is now out, not only figuratively but he is out of his mind. Screaming all the way out of CVS, and then the phone calls on the way back home.

The best part of my morning so far is we had coffee with Auntie Ashley at Coffee Haven. So me and Ashley are trying to calm Grandad down, and we succeed for the most part, until he discovers only one diaper in the bag. Come on Mom! you know I like do take four or more poops at Grandad's. So now were off, back to CVS. There seems to be a lot of unlocking of cabinets going on, slides, clicking noises. He says were ready, and he is smiling again. Be back this afternoon with updates.
"Why the bulky jacket Grandad?"

PS; I got an ear infection, I am fine.