While mucking about at home in a post-surgical narcotic-induced fuzzy place, i received a text from The Boy. This exchange confirms, yet again, why i shall not win any Mother of the Year Awards…
The Boy: I got a B on the paper i just turned in!
daisyfae: Cool! i got darvocet for post-surgical pain!
The Boy: Those aren’t really that good. You should try to get percocet.
daisyfae: Darvocet works for me. Guess i haven’t developed immunity…
The Boy: I have no immunity, but for actual pain they just don’t do it for me.
daisyfae: Well, i ain’t sharing anyway!
The Boy: I would say you need it, but there’s no need to be selfish, now…
daisyfae: Suck it up and take a tylenol!*
The Boy: I was just fucking around. Glad you are blissfully doped up and that you are ok. too bad, though, i had big plans for that money.
daisyfae: What’s retail?
The Boy: if you aren’t opposed to selling to minors, you might get 3.50 each, but 2.00 is more likely
The Boy: not that i would know.
daisyfae: just assessing market conditions. economic downturn and all that…
The Boy: That’s true. Those were prices from 3 years ago. I don’t know current valuation.
daisyfae: Keep an ear to the ground.
The Boy: i’ll put word out.
* “Suck it up and take a Tylenol” was a frequently occuring “Mom-ism” in our household. Especially when the kids were dealing with orthodontic pain. Needless to say, after having my braces installed a few years ago, i made the mistake of complaining about the discomfort in front of the kids. In stereo: “Suck it up and take a Tylenol”, shouted with evil glee…