Purrs request for this horrible day to end.

I have managed to completely alienate my lastborn  I finally had to stick up
for the things and lifestyles I believe are right and completely throw him off
the gravy train. It's the hardest thing to do. The natural inclination of a
parent is to make life easy for our kids. But sometimes that's not what they
need.
Next my father calls and says he needs to go to the emergency room, he can't
breathe from a bronchial cold that went really bad. Then I go to get him, and
he says no. He's decided to self-medicate himself with cow pencillin and even
do-it-yourself respiratory therapy with welding oxygen. He won't listen for
sh.t.
Obviously he ends up in a few hours sicker than a dog and beet red, splotched
and whelpy and wheezing for air. THEN we go to the ER.
All is well now. I might add that he is going on 80 years old and this is the
first time he has ever seen a doctor since 1962 when he had to have a fleck of
steel removed from his eye.
I hope I NEVER get that hard-headed. I also hope day isn't representive of the
entire new year.
I almost forgot the best part. Frank & Boots went out early this morning, then
came back in together an hour later. Frank looked funny. He had a mouse in his
mouth. Took it in the kitchen, they started jacking around with it and let it
go before I could figure out what to do. Now in a few days I bet my kitchen
smells like "eau d' dead mouse under the refrigerator."

Sherry