Last week I asked
co-blogger Proof to look
after the place while I’m away. I
emailed him to let him know that my best friend would be undergoing yet another
surgery. This time the surgeon will
attempt to correct a “curling” of the carotid artery that occurred post-op and
restenosis (a recurrence of narrowing of the artery).
Her son, who was
seriously injured just before the Memorial Day holiday in a motorcycle accident,
asked me to help him take care of his mom during her recovery. He’s still in a wheelchair two-and-a-half months
after his accident. Since he’s like a son to me I could hardly refuse to help
him out.
I hope to come back
home in about two weeks. Meanwhile,
Proof has the keys to the liquor cabinet so Hillary Clinton can’t drink all my
damn vodka. He promised when he agreed
to do me this favor that he would “try not to complain about” my “frequent
vacations/absences/benders/rehab visits too publicly.”
So…if the place goes
to hell while I’m gone don’t blame me.
If it doesn’t work out, I’ll be accepting résumés for co-bloggers. Odie? Grunt?
Thanks, Proof. I owe you big.
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