Jolly Roger

The other day for some strange reason I answered the house phone. I never answer that phone because it is never for me. Simple enough. Anyhow, on the other end was Bob, one of our really good family friends who is quite elderly now, and has a bit of dementia.  Anyways, he can't talk so great and gets confused really easily, so all he said was: your mom... emergency...her eye...better go there... I'm like uhhhh ok? I guess I'll go there then! Thanks, bye! Naturally I did not react in the slightest bit. I just looked at my brother Rob and said hmm well I guess Pete is in the ER so I suppose we should go there. She hurt her eye or something? I dunno, but I hope she gets an eye patch! (Don't judge me, you'd all think it was funny if your Mom had an eye patch too)I knew he'd react, and of course he did. So off we went to the hospital. There is Peter sittin' in a chair with a squinty eye. (nooo I am not laughing as I write this... maybe.) So we make sure she is ok, turns out she ran over a rock when she was mowing and it flicked into her eye. A little freezing, and she was fine. Soooo here is where it gets really good.  Rob and I are driving home and I have an epiphany! Guess what I ordered on Amazon that just happened to arrive the day before?! A GIANT JOLLY ROGER!   So what did I do? I dashed out to the flag pole in the front of our house, took down the lovely Canadian flag that was flying so majestically, and up went the Jolly Roger to commemorate the almost loss of Peter's eye. I am without a doubt, the best, most caring daughter EVER. Peter laughed her hiney off and then I woke her up at 2 in the morning by jumping on her in bed. When she started to get mad I told her she'd miss those wake up calls when I leave. Then I blasted some music and Gary and I had a dance party. All while he was wearing his Darth Vader sleep mask. Life doesn't get much better than this, folks.