When we’d go to the hospital to visit Frank’s mom, we always saw these carts in the hallway. Most times, the sign on it was partially blocked and the first couple of days, we thought it said, “Personal Detective.” Okay, we didn’t really think that. We just said that’s what was on the sign and it certainly didn’t make much sense but it was a lot more interesting that what it actually said:
We had no idea we’d soon become intimately acquainted with the contents of that little cart.
My MIL has some sort of infection so they moved her from the nursing home back to the hospital a bit over a week ago. Over the weekend, they moved her into a private room and we now have to go to the little cart and get out gowns before entering her room. When we were there yesterday with Frank’s sister & her husband, Frank decided he looked like a surgeon.
“Congratulations, Lucy! You’ve just given birth to a bouncing baby orange!”
Too bad we couldn’t complete the illusion by grabbing one of their baby wagons. Yep, you read that right: wagon. This hospital doesn’t just have ordinary little baby carts they use to bring the baby down when the parents and baby are being sent home. Nope, they have this contraption that looks like a covered wagon. When we got a better look at it, it actually said something about Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. I’ll have to try and get a picture of it when we go back to the hospital tomorrow.
September 17th, 2007 at 7:12 pm Quote
And then Frank the Surgeon said, “LOOO-SEY, YOU’VE GOT SOME ‘SPLAINING TO DO!” Nobody expected a bouncing baby ORANGE, but Frank the Surgeon does look delighted! The two of you manage to have fun no matter where you are, huh? That’s the way it was with Bill and me, too. Nothing better!
September 17th, 2007 at 9:08 pm Quote
A bouncing baby orange?? Interesting.. it’s head is a little round though. Personal Protective.. sounds like something that one would use to prevent oranges.. hehehehe
September 17th, 2007 at 9:13 pm Quote
Heh, yes we do find just about anything funny. Hey, sometimes ya just have to.
Speaking of Lucy, that’s his mom’s name. And he never knew her actual name was Lucia. I was pretty sure it had to be and asked her a couple of years back. Sometimes his family is so strange. One time he got off the phone with his mom and says his cousin had a baby. I asked if it was a girl or a boy. He didn’t know. His mother didn’t think to say and he didn’t think to ask. I don’t think it was an orange, though.