life : you're fired!
the song is scott's choice : how sweet it is by james taylor
she: (oh man, he's using my name instead of sunshine, cutie.) "yes?"
he: "i just came from dr. b's office." (today.)
she: (uh, yeah, i know, i've been waiting for you.) "and?"
he: "thanks to you taking such good care of my left foot and being the supreme bandage wrapper of all time i'm going to have to let you go." (i was a great patient, too, but get ready.)
she: (did he just fire me? can i collect unemployment?) "ok?"
he: "i'm good as new and you can stop treating me like an invalid."
she: "that's great! i'm so happy!"
he: "i'm not done."
she: (he's got brain damage. i wrapped those bandages too tightly.)
he: "please don't hover around the bathroom door anymore. i only slipped in the shower once, ok twice, but that was because i used that NEW cvs enriched daily lotion and it was really slippery." (that was CRAZY! thank god she put those non-slip strips in the tub after wards.)
she: (yeah, gave me a freaking heart attack and i was SLEEPING like a baby, which rarely happens! don't use that lotion on your tootsies, people!). "o-k."
he: "what do you have to say?"
she: (be good, you make these kind of speeches at least once a month, keep your eye on the prize). "thank you for the pink roses."
he: "really? that's it?"
he: (here it comes. the neighbors!)
she: "here's that telephone number you asked for." (ha, he's freaking out waiting for me to lower the boom on him for firing me. he can't fire me because I QUIT, yesterday. i just didn't say anything about it.)
he: "ok, thanks."
she: (i think i deserve a one time upgrade from my hope in a jar to crème de la mer for all the cotton-pickin' worrying i've been doing, but i'll be patient, for now.) "anything else?"
he: "you're going to post this on our blog aren't you?"
she: "yes indeedy!"
he: "please thank everyone for their good wishes. they helped a lot."
she: "sure. anyone else?"
he : (i'll pretend i'm thinking ;).) "why you of course, cutie."
she : "oy, just put on these socks instead of the boring white ones you've been wearing. i have an idea!"
he : "it's good to be back! i can't wait to wear my new sneakers."
ps this one's for julie as her dad has been sick. she always liked these silly posts. i'm not sure i format them correctly, the stuff in the parenthesis represents our thoughts.
pps my song is i gotta feeling by the black eyed peas.