Against cooties, duh.
First, before I dive right into the conversation about cooties and "the shot", I want to apologize for going over a month without any kind of update. You see, DG has been just as verbose as usual, but he's been sharing it in short snippets. And if the conversation is only a few lines, I don't feel that it warrants an entire blog post. But, I share the short ones on the Facebook group wall. You see, back when I started that page, it was a "like" or "join now" thing. But FB has changed the way they do groups and you can't just simply "join", you have to request to join then be approved. But, the Official Conversations with the Disabled Guy Group is open and anyone can add anyone else. Even non-admins.
Now, onto the cooties conversation.
As you may know- or not know, I'm not sure how much I've shared- Shawn is visiting again. You might remember Shawn from such blog posts as AUS-SOME! (Yeah, I just said that) and Patty is a Double-NASCAR Widow Today. He's been taking it easy, watching A LOT of movies and TV that he doesn't watch at home because he has a job and let's face it, he's also a gamer. Shockingly enough, he hasn't joined the boy (that'd be the almost-20 year old who lives here and pretends to be my son, but I don't see how that's possible since I'm far too young to have a 20-year-old son or even a 22-year-old daughter who lives in another town with a live-in boyfriend or even that 18-year-old college freshman. What? I am. I swear).
Well, I don't know why, but Shawn decided to leave the TV on the channel showing a marathon of "NCIS". I had it on when I was alone in the room because if I turn off the TV (or radio, whatever electronic noise-maker happens to be on), the dogs can hear and then react loudly to every single outside noise. And by "react loudly", I mean they bark their fool heads off. And they'd have woken up Shawn, who was taking a nap. Hey, vacations are tough, man.
So, in this episode of "NCIS", some dude is talking to Mark Harmon's character while they're in the basement of his house. Harmon tells the guy that there's a bottle of bourbon on his workbench and proceeds to take the only available cup. "Hey, I drink out of my coffee cup, you go upstairs and get a glass... or drink out of the bottle."
DG said, quietly and calmly: "Oh, he's got the cooties now."
Me: "The cooties? Really?"
DG (again, quietly): "Yeah."
Me: "You don't think the bourbon in the bottle will kill any remaining cooties?"
Me: "What do you think he needs to stave off the cooties?"
DG: "A shot."
This whole time, his voice is quiet and calm, as if he's giving a testimony in a boring court case.
Me: "A cootie shot. When's the last time you had a cootie shot? Were you what? Twelve?"
DG: "No. I was... six. Maybe I was seven. But I had one."
Me: "Well, you're long overdue for another. I don't think they last forever."
DG: "They might."
Me: "You have three kids, I think your cootie shot failed."
DG: "Accidents. All of them."
Me: "You had accidents with your cootie shot?"
DG: "Because of the cootie shot."
Me: "Really? So, what you're saying is that a cootie shot is essentially useless because you're still going to get cootied-up by a girl?"
A couple of episodes later, someone got touched by one of the female characters. Out of the blue, DG said- calmly and quietly- "Oh, he's got the cooties now."
So, ARE YOU VACCINATED? HAVE YOU HAD A COOTIE SHOT LATELY?