Two Stories to Share

I have a couple of stories to share which I hope you might find some humor in. According to the story spreading through the hospital while I was there, in the recovery room as I was waking up the conversation went something like this: Nurse: Do you know your name? Me: Giving my full name. Nurse: Birthday? Me: Rattling off my birthday. Nurse: Do you have any questions? Me: Yes, Did I behave myself in surgery? I didn't cause any trouble like stop breathing? Nurse: Not this time. You did well and we got everything all fixed up. Me: Is Bush still President? Nurse: Yes. Me: Then you didn't fix everything. Nurse: I see your sense of humor survived the surgery. Me: (falls back asleep). So by the time, I was wheeled back to my starting room the story was making rounds. I heard it from a nurse myself.

Second story involves my niece who turned 11 this month. My father seems to have influenced the grandchildren as they are now eating like him. For Danny it's Mexican food and salsa on everything including his morning eggs. He likes everything as hot and as spicy as possible taking after his Grandpa who makes his own hot sauce because the store bought isn't hot enough for him.

For my niece, she has gotten hooked on sardines like her Grandpa. A can of sardines and a row of Ritz crackers and she's totally happy. Her mother won't buy her sardines because she thinks they are gross so her Dad (my brother) and her Grandpa keep her well supplied. Lately Lindsay has been even taking sardines and crackers as a school lunch. No problems with this until the day she got a can she couldn't open so had to ask a teacher to help. Linds handed the teacher the can and asked her to open it. The teacher looked at the can and said "Who put this in your lunch?", while making a face. Apparently the teacher thought someone was playing a cruel joke on the angelic blonde girl with light blue eyes. Lindsay said "I did. I love sardines! They are good!" The teacher opened the can and Linds did get to eat her lunch. The story got back to a cousin that teaches at that same school as it was told around the teacher's lounge.