P started his Saturday with an 8:00 a.m. dental appointment that resulted in a root canal. He did not get home until 12:30 and was greeted by a very anxious SS. He took a nap this afternoon, but the pain cut his sleep short. Now that the V pill is coursing through his system, he is cracking me up. He has raised his inappropriate language and observations bar to new heights.
SS tackled the kitchen gate, accomplished her goal, and fell flat on her face. She likes to do that sort of brute thing frequently. P is usually there to offer comfort and to make it look like it was the gate's fault. Not when he is high on V. He picked up SS then proceeded to explain that she got what she deserved and not to mess with the %$#@@$^& gate in the future. SS was stunned, too stunned to cry or get upset. Too bad that the stuff is addictive, because I would not mind him in that mood more often. Sadly, this is the only example I can write about, because the other stuff coming out of P's mouth is not suitable for public consumption.
The root canal has not affected P's appetite, so I am going to make him chicken Marsala for dinner. Maybe mixing V and wine is not a good idea, but I wonder if it'll make him even funnier. I know, that is not OK, but I am evil that way.
*P said to be "liberal with the wine," in the frying pan and in his glass* ;)