The Disabled Guy and the boy (who is almost 19 years old, but he'll always be "the boy" to me) went on a trip down to North Carolina. I'm sure you remember, there was at least one blog about it. DG has been texting me daily. No kidding. Daily.
As you recall, he's had a stroke. I know! Sometimes you forget! And when he text-messages, it takes a lot of time to get a reply from him. A few times, he's replied faster, so he's either getting better at it or he's getting help.
Last night, the boy texted me about some stuff and ended with: "Tell Dad we need to get some Gummy Bears."
So I did. I texted to him: "Hey, you should go get some Gummy Bears."
DG replied: "Did Jason tell you to say that?"
Me: "No. Why?"
DG: "Yes way!"
Me: "I said 'why', not 'way'."
DG: "What the hell are you talking about?"
Me: "I said to get gummies. You asked if Jase told me to say that. I said 'No. WHY?' and you said 'Yes WAY'. I was just telling you what I said."
DG: "I don't even know what's going on."
Me: "You never do."
DG: "Sometimes I do."
Me: "Really? What's going on right now?"
DG: "I don't know.".
Me: "There you go."
DG: "Where am I going?"
So there you have it. I don't know if they ever did go get the Gummy Bears.
Last week, the Regretsy lady put our etsy shop on the Facebook page (our linky-link to the shop). She was talking about disabled people in general- it started from a book she found called "Crafts for Retarded" from 1964. She immediately got anger-mail about it. My response to the anger-mail (which was hilarious, I swear, I almost busted something important laughing at it) was to explain, in expletive form, that DG does not embrace his disability, he hates it. He mocks it. And shortly after that, she put our shop up with: "Speaking of disabled people..." We made several sales and will now be able to make the semi-regular scheduled payments for our daughter's orchestra trip. The big payment is due in February, so we're okay as long as people will buy stuff over the next few months.
Here's the link to the Regretsy post that started it all.
And the angry mail (which turned out to be a ruse, but it was hilarious nonetheless).
This is April's entire intro to posting our shop link:
"Speaking of disabled people, here's a link I've been meaning to post for a long time. This is the Disabled Guy's shop. He's the husband of Regretsy regular Patty, who has been a huge supporter of our God given right to mock. Patty says he makes these birdhouses with one hand, which I can only assume means he's masturbating. In any case, I just bought one of these birdhouses to help them raise money for their daughter's school trip. Take a look at their lovely store and see if there's anything you like."
I love her so much. And even DG got the masturbating joke. "I wouldn't have been able to make those birdhouses if I was masturbating, so I had to stop till I finished the houses."
DG and the boy are due back in about two weeks. I don't know how much more of the texting I can take.