Up & At ‘Em
I looked at the clock. It wasn’t 7:00 AM yet. Still, Ryan was already up for at least an hour (remember, I have trouble sleeping). And, hey, if I’m up then why should everyone be up? (Note: I learned this from my dad). Sue gets a permanent pass though, and remain snuggled in the bed next to Ryan’s. Duke is flopped over next to her, snoring. The only way to describe his position is…well.. he kinda looks like a cheap prostitute.
Completely going against protocol, I shaved Ryan. This is Sue’s thing she enjoys doing, so hell is going to be paid later! She might not admit it, but I give him a much closer shave. No stragglers by his lips or adam’s apple. Just as smooth and kissable as all get out. Sue also has a great deal of difficulties shaving the cleft just under his lower lip. For all you “hip” people out there, you’ll know what I mean when I say she leaves Ryan with a “soul patch”. Sue is so ghetto. Ryan would be appalled.
I brushed his teeth. Ointment went into his eyes. The MNS electrodes went on his wrists. I inhalated/exhalated him. I cleaned his ears with a q-tip. I swabbed and moisturized his nostrils. He even received the “belly button” treatment. The dude is looking fly (as I use to say in the 1990’s). Word! Home Boy.
…and, it wasn’t even seven o’clock! I wonder if that pot of coffee had anything to do with it? Don’t be critical (that’s my wife’s job), we all have our vices.
Although Sue’s dad remains in ICU, he seems to be improving. We are relieved to hear this. Poor Sue, under so much stress and having to be torn in both directions. It’s really so unfair for this to be happening to such a nice woman.