Weeeeeeee!

A Catholic priest I once knew went to the hospital to visit patients. Stopping at the nurses station, he carefully looked over the patient roster and jotted down the room number of everyone who had "Cath" written boldly next to his name. That, he told me, was a big mistake. When I asked why, he replied, "It was only after I had made the rounds that I learned they were all patients with catheters."

The reason for the above joke is, my sister that I have not written about in this blog, I think is feeling alittle bit left out. After all, I have written about her husband Ricky, real name Eric. My brother the trash natzi and his amazing wife, the garage sale queen. My sister's daughter Kary, the multi-tasker, Boobilicious her daughter and even my daughter Ky. Hell, I've even written about my dog Baxter but not my sister!

My sister has always been the "rock" of the family. The one that we all went to for advice. The one that we went to for her to always break the bad news to dad about. So, you see, it's pretty hard to write about someone that has always had their shit together, you know what I mean? Damn her!

But right now she has a "little friend" that's been trailing her around for, oh, a couple of days now. His name is Foley, as in Foley Catheter!!!! You see, she's had some surgery, some of that dreaded you-really-don't-want-to-talk-about- it-female-surgery. And had to come home with little friend Foley.

I told her to draw a happy face on Foley. I mean, since you have to push him around with you and sleep with him, hell, you might as well get real chummy with him and name him! Put a face on it! Relate!

Today Ricky took sis and Foley to Sonic. Picture this, my sister in a hospital gown, and we all know how attractive those are!! In the car, with Foley sitting next to her. Thank God Foley didn't explode! Can you imagine your tator tots tasting like wee?

I really hope when she goes back to the doctor's office to "remove" Foley from her person, she asks the doctor if she can keep him. She could always fill him full of hot water and use him as a hot water bottle. She could possibly even put cold water in him use him for a sprain. Since they live at the lake, she could even use him for a floatation device. The possibilities are endless when you think about it.

But, if you think about it too much, I think she just might want to "detach" herself from Foley and remember him for what he truly was, a dirty little wee bag!