A Little Mentally Misaligned…

After a seemingly grueling afternoon of mental anguish and waiting, my father and Charlie should be here in the next hour with supper and medications.

“What do you want for supper?” my father just asked me over his cellphone.

“Risperdal Consta!” I exclaimed goodheartedly. “And some Klonopin!”

Dad and I both broke out into laughter over my exclamation this late afternoon.

“Seriously though,” I told my father. “Just get me chicken strips or whatever is easiest for you and Charlie.”

“Hang in there.  We will be there in just a few more minutes,” he told me.

Is is just me?  Or is this “new” Colonel in the commercials downright creepy?

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