Charles the Great…

Charlie is in Dad’s Honda CR-V.  He accidentally let all the radiator fluid run out of his “Creampuff” Chevrolet HHV and the car overheated.  Maggie thought it was dad at first until Charlie popped out of the car with breakfast in hand. Even more rejoicing commenced. “Let’s hope it didn't crack the engine block,” I told Charlie the other night when he was over here telling me about it.   Charlie brought two bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits this morning along with a large orange juice. “Janice is having more computer trouble,” Charlie told me as he stood at my front door. “I hated to tell you that, but would you come and look at it this afternoon? Her email is not working.” I told Charlie I would be glad to and that I would be over after lunch. Dad is also complaining about a pesky toolbar he downloaded and installed in his browser as well so we will make quick work of them both this afternoon.    “I don’t even remember installing it,” my father complained over the phone last night as he was driving back from Alexander City. “It came with another program,” I told my father. “They can be sneaky and tricky like that. They'll sneak in the back door.”

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 9, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs