THEY HAVE BEEN WARNED
My back is feeling much, much better.
I am no longer hobbling.
But I am very, very stiff.
The Grown Sons have been taking full advantage of the situation.
They have been placing garbage in the hood of my sweatshirt.
I can’t twist around to get it out.
They think they’re hilarious.
I’ve lost the will to care.
If it’s just paper, I can live with it.
However, if I discover that they’ve put anything gloppy back there, like a yogurt lid or a banana peel, they will be eligible for the death penalty.
They have been warned.