So, this week I'm dealing with a nasty bout of tonsilitis...and a visit from my favorite roommate's father, Papa Schmidt. Yippee-ki-yi-yay, muthafuckas...
It's actually been quite ok this time, as Papa Schmidt brought his buddy Rudi along for the trip. Also, I have a really good excuse for not talking, if I don't want to. I just put on my sad face, point at my throat and shake my head.
Actually, the antibiotics -- a yummy banana-flavored liquid that I'm supposed to take until tomorrow (before starting with not-so-yummy and very large pills)-- have worked wonders for my poor throat, while wreaking havoc on my stomach. This is kind of a shame, because Papa Schmidt brought me a whole bunch of my favorite dishes that he makes and I simply haven't been in an eating-solid-foods-mood. I mean it's all frozen and stored in the freezer, but like if you're hungry this weekend and you want a bit of Papa Schmidt's Asian Chicken Deluxe then stop by, fo sho. As for me, there are a couple of slices of Kalte Schnauze that I am very much looking forward to consuming.
I don't really have any "Old Man Crazy" anecdotes to tell, unless you count how Papa S. asked me to explain the meaning of the lyrics to the ABBA song "Super Trouper" to him. Then, when I told him I didn't even know the lyrics, he produced a print out...as though he'd been planning on asking me this for awhile. Still, even this was less "Old Man Crazy" and more heartwarming and endearing, seeing as how he calls them "The ABBAs". And to him, they are The Greatest. Band. Ever!
And thanks to Wikipedia, I was totally able to answer his question.
It's actually been quite ok this time, as Papa Schmidt brought his buddy Rudi along for the trip. Also, I have a really good excuse for not talking, if I don't want to. I just put on my sad face, point at my throat and shake my head.
Actually, the antibiotics -- a yummy banana-flavored liquid that I'm supposed to take until tomorrow (before starting with not-so-yummy and very large pills)-- have worked wonders for my poor throat, while wreaking havoc on my stomach. This is kind of a shame, because Papa Schmidt brought me a whole bunch of my favorite dishes that he makes and I simply haven't been in an eating-solid-foods-mood. I mean it's all frozen and stored in the freezer, but like if you're hungry this weekend and you want a bit of Papa Schmidt's Asian Chicken Deluxe then stop by, fo sho. As for me, there are a couple of slices of Kalte Schnauze that I am very much looking forward to consuming.
I don't really have any "Old Man Crazy" anecdotes to tell, unless you count how Papa S. asked me to explain the meaning of the lyrics to the ABBA song "Super Trouper" to him. Then, when I told him I didn't even know the lyrics, he produced a print out...as though he'd been planning on asking me this for awhile. Still, even this was less "Old Man Crazy" and more heartwarming and endearing, seeing as how he calls them "The ABBAs". And to him, they are The Greatest. Band. Ever!
And thanks to Wikipedia, I was totally able to answer his question.
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