Sup kids? Yer old pal Scrub at the keyboard.
So - Eddy Haskell was at the Scrub Shack this weekend.
That's him there. With the kid.
You can see it, can't you? The Devil in his eyes.
Nah - seriously - he's a good kid.
With Eddy Haskell in the house, there was, of course, politeness all around.
When in the presence of the parents.
But, when the fellas were downstairs in the engine room - Scrub could easily hear the conversations going on. Ahhhh, yes.... teen boys.
However - all in all... good times all around.
And, as you have surmised, Scrub and the fam survived nasty summer storm weather. Gotta tell ya though - it was a doozie 'round these parts last night. All day yesterday, as a matter of fact.
Scrub was takin Eddy Haskell home yesterday via the go-kart. Eddy Haskell lives with Scrub-pals, The Tattoo People out in the middle of nowhere. And, whilst the kid, Scrub and Eddy Haskell were travellin' - the weather rolled in. OOO EEEE - there was a point where Scrub was thinkin "OK - time to pull over". But - made it through.
Anyhoo - today. Yes, today. See - today is somethin' special.
Glad you asked. Today - Scrub is takin' Mamma Scrubbie out this aft. No, no - not one of them Mother & Son dates. No, nothin like that.
See - both Scrub and Mamma Scrub are diabetic folk.
This is not some kind of Lord of the Rings new world where we both are 3 feet tall and spin silk out of cow dung. No. We both have internal organs -specifically - the pancreas - that are on vacation.
And, today is one of them days where we diabetic folk get to go and see professionals who will suck the blood out of us (we call 'em vampires) and then make us sit in chairs while they tell us all about the food we can eat and what we cant eat. Then - using pretty pictures and swell diagrams - they'll explain in disgustingly icky detail what happens to the grub we shovel down our gullets and what our bodies do as a result. With, of course, a diabetic spin to it.
So - we're off to do that 'round 4pm. Eastern Standard Time... in case you were wonderin'.
Hmmm? What's that you ask? Oh - why are both Mamma Scrub and Scrub himself going?
Simple really. See... Mamma Scrub.... she's a naughty diabetic.
We're "supposed" to do the vampire thing and prick our fingers all regular like to see where out glucose levels are. Mamma Scrubbie.... nah.
We're "supposed" to be somewhat careful about what passes our lips on the way down to the tummy. Chocolate as a main course... not allowed. Mamma Scrubbie... nah.
And, we're "supposed" to attend little diabetic events - just such as the clinic today - so that we are well informed Scrubs and Scrubettes. Ya know - keep ourselves in check and make sure we don't burden the health care system too much and all. Mamma Scrubbie... nah.
So - when Scrub found out that Mamma Scrubbie was "supposed" to go to her little diabetic event today - Scrub called Mamma Scrub's doc and said "Hey Doc - ya know Mamma Scrubbie? Ya - well, you told her to go to her little diabetic event. And, you know Mamma Scrubbie just like I know Mamma Scrubbie. So - I am thinkin that maybe I should go WITH Mamma Scrubbie. Just to make sure she doesn't get "lost" on the way."
Mamma Scrubbie's doc... couldn't have agreed more.
"Get yer knickers on Ma. Scrubbie's comin' for ya!"
And, since this secret is now out... and Scrub has pretty much guaranteed himself being stricken from the will... PayPal donations are graciously accepted.
Thank-you very much.