House Calls

My employer just notified me to start watching

for payments for house calls!

House calls???

We're doing House Calls now???

(That's awesome, by the way)

(Except we are charging $410!)

Which of course, caused my mind 

to wander back to when we used

to be the recipients of house calls.

I remember Dr. Medlicot's house call.

(phonetic spelling)

I was sick.

In Mom & Dad's bed.

He came to see me in the evening.

He had a BIG BLACK NOSE HAIR.

The End.

Hahahahahahahahaha

I also remember being sick 

at the same time Rozann was sick.

We were in our bed.

Playing paper dolls.

She was sicker than me.

Mom came in to check on us

and made some comment 

(which I can't remember for the life of me)

that made it clear Rozann was sicker.

I was jealous.

I stabbed (ok, stabbed is probably

too strong a word... poked?  Remembering

I'm a little skinny wimpy under 10 year old kid)

Ok.

I poked her in the center of the top of her head

with my grown up pointy scissors.

It didn't turn out well.

Aren't you glad I'm opening mail and letting 

my mind wander this morning???

PS.

SORRY ROZANN!