I write this with The Simpsons on, as they’ve been for three days. When the boy or I are injured, this is what comforts us.
And the boy is injured. His wisdom teeth were taken out Friday morning. We had a few tough moments right after the surgery. He was nauseated and bleeding, and his body’s attempts to throw up meant a lot of blood went everywhere.
Things have settled down since, and we have a large stock of pudding, mashed potatoes, soups, and ice cream.
In other news, I’m proud of myself for diagnosing a weird car noise correctly, I watched (and loved) Ted Lasso, and I’m working as a scoring leader for this year’s AWPE.
I’ve also written a new stand-up routine, which I will premiere Tuesday night!
