Steven, my son, had two wisdom teeth surgically removed today. Now let's not forget this kid is 19 and has been in the Army Reserves almost 3 years now. So my mom takes him for this surgery because he's mad at me, I'm the bad guy I told him he has to pay his phone bill or I'm shutting off his cell phone, and I'm the bad guy. While they were at the surgeons my dad got out the hand truck and helped me move stuff in my classroom so I could get ready for the first day of school on Monday. My mom called to tell me they were home, so we finished up and went back to check on the kiddo.
My son is handsome, he's a good looking guy, all the girls and folks tell me this; what greeted my eyes looked like he should be under a bridge threatening three Billy Goat's Gruff. His face was all swollen, he had blood on his lips making him resemble a vampire troll and he had dried blood coming out of one nostril and trailing over his face. He was not a pretty sight. He was also not in a good mood when I had to wake him to take the gauze out of his mouth, take his pain killer, antibiotic, and anti-inflammatory. I guess he thought I was a Billy Goat so I left him in the tender care of his grandmother,,, HAH! Not a tender bone in her body. I'll check on him tomorrow, maybe the troll will have removed his head from his nether regions.
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