Tuesday, January 24, 2006
My Jewish Siamese-American Son
My brilliant son—Dr Romeo Detroit, COMS—seemed a bit sick yesterday, so I made an appointment for him at Dr Vet’s today. I figured that it was yet *another* respiratory infection going on. Dr Vet, however, disagreed.
Sigh.
$215 later, it’s official. My eldest son, the brilliant inventor of “Fetch”, giver of cat-scans, intimidator of The Grim Reaper, and corrector of social faux pas, the luminous, dazzling, and highly intelligent Dr Romeo Detroit—a/k/a My Son The Doctor—is a certifiable Jew.
He has asthma.
Quit laughing.
So tonight is Dr Wheezy’s first night on Theo-Dur. Hopefully it will work the way it is supposed to.
Sigh. Now I have to. Pfft.
And I am still so totally taking applications for the steno pool over here…
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Would you please remind me what COMS stands for?
:-) Cream of Mushroom Soup. It's the closest I can come to describing the colour of him, at least when he was younger. If all the mushroom bits had glommed together as a facemask, ears, paws, and a tail, that is. Now that he is older, it would be a heavy-on-the-mushroom-puree COMS-like colour. :-) With the darker bits on his points being bigger mushroom pieces.
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