It's my Dad's truck. I guess that's what happens when you meet a farmer using a unlighted skid loader to pull a hay wagon out onto a county highway at night. Nice isn't it.
Subsequently, that little party maker has the ability to suck every moment I have from my life. I now visit ER's, surgeons, hospitals and pharmacies with uncomfortable frequency. I view more naked body parts than one should ever see of a parental unit and just when I thought my days of writing down poop & potty schedules was done I have been proven wrong.
And just to underline the experience to near lottery status, every distant relative removed to the 100th degree calls to offer their support (and by support I mean that sneaky way they want to ask questions they have no right to have the answer too) but do not offer to visit or bring a dinner in an effort to give us (and by us I mean me) a break.
On the bright side I can now multitask 5 schedules at a time, read cryptic narcotic drug instructions without question, screen multiple phones at a glance and tell people to piss off on command.
Ahh ~ if it wasn't for the balls I'd be King.










