Well….yesterday I went with Falafel for her CT scan. (If you don’t know who I am talkin about, she is my kid “sister” who battled esophageal cancer and had her esophagus removed)
Anyway…we will see her Doctor on Monday for the results. She called her Doc her “boyfriend” for a long time, he is now called her “fiancé”, lol, her husband just laughs too)
She’s scared. I am thinking all positive, I cannot let myself think anything other than good thoughts.
She has been through so much shit since last June when she was diagnosed. Chemotherapy, radiation, three surgeries, massive infection, septic shock, ARDS (acute respiratory distress syndrome, its bad shit) a hole in her fucking neck with a bag attached to it for months between the 1st surgery that failed, and the third and final surgery in November, feeding tube, losing her Dad (Baba) a month ago.
Remember, her diagnosis came a month after her second baby was born. She is a fucking warrior!
She needs good shit in her life and fun and laughing, lots of laughing.
So…I took her to the Brea Improv last night.
Bob Saget was the comedian.
Hilarious. I had heard he was a bit of a perv, that is an understatement. He also played the guitar and sang filthy songs.
Hard to see him like this at first. He is the nice Dad Danny Tanner on the old TV show “Full House”. The perfect Dad who would never say fuck or reference sex, blow jobs or anything naughty.
Bob Saget is NOT Danny Tanner, that’s for damn sure.
Laughed our assess off..ok, not really, I still have a big ass.
Of course Falafel wanted to sit up front and center and of course he found us. He dubbed me “divorced mom”. There was an obnoxious drunken fool who crawled onto the stage at one point.
No, it wasn’t me.
Security guards came and talked to her twice telling her to cool it and finally she laid down across another lady’s lap. The other lady then put her hand over the drunks mouth, all while whispering “Stop” to her. He probably could have thrown her out, but didn’t, which was pretty gracious considering she was so over the top jacking his stage.
Please God, just shoot some lightning down on my head if I ever get so drunk that I pull shit like that.
Bob Saget’s pretty fucking cute too…oooh…if I didn’t have Mr. Wonderful, I would probably stalk him a bit. I dig funny men with glasses.
Drank lemon drop martinis and then on the way home…Jack in the Box for tacos.
You know, those shitty ass tacos with the mystery meat that are fucking amazeballs? Two for 99 cents.
Hungover a bit this morning.
Now getting ready to head out with crazy girlfriend Rapunzel for wine tasting in Temecula.
GTS Temecula…Cool place.
GTS…that means “google that shit” if ya don’t know.
So this drive to Temecula should be interesting since the fucking freeway is closed until Monday.
WTF? For a stupid bridge or something. Geez. I may just need to take a big ol’ road warrior with me to drink.
In my grown up sippy cup…
Other crazy girlfriend, Waka Waka got me one.
Oooh, its a JUMBO insulated plastic mason jar with a straw. I loved it so much I bought one for Mr. Wonderful and girl spawn.