(Laughing to myself) because
1.) EVERYONE knows if you're in the South that "bless his heart" basically excuses everything surrounding a stupid person - but doesn't sound as bad as MAN HE WAS duuuuuumb.
2.) I attended therapy tonight and told the therapist about the call. HE asked me what I thought and I said "about what?" OH, the call? Well, I guess I have to check with an attorney to see how liable I am for him driving or if there are some papers I need to sign so I don't loose the ranch. haha.
3.) Visions of JohnBoy Walton in bibs riding a donkey to Ike Godseys store keep running through my head. Excepty my John Boy has AF1's on in colors to match his 3/4 pants, polo and color coordinated T shirt. (Invision if you will) Snoop Dog on a Donkey....Fashizzle. Hope he takes the grill out incase the donkey gets fiesty.
4.) All very good advice....thanks, and know this. I'm not "involving" myself in his life. There is nothing I can do should he get a car, not get an education (we've begged), become the first Rapper-Field hand (ba boo boo shoop) or get a Great Dane. I'm just glad he didn't get a pit bull. We have one, it's his fav. dog, and if there is a bright spot about this that was it. I'm on the no nitwits with pits band wagon.
5.) Still looking for the CD play button on the donkeymobile.
My therapist told me I'm really doing well and coming along. Yeah for me. The rest of my 1 hr. session (52 minutes) I spent talking about ME,the health I'm getting back, the fact that he is there, and I am here, DF, people, Fred Thompson - met him yesterday AWESOME person and his book AWESOME AWESOME book.
Yes....I too think something smells about the whole situation. I will word it appropriately to the caseworker who suggested this place and then letergooooo.
THanks for reading.....
Star - changing her stars.
