I keep saying I don't like chicken on the bone (referring to legs, thighs, breasts) and TB always starts laughing and asks me what is my favourite part of the chicken....to which I say of course, "wings".
TB called and is having problems driving so has booked off work and when he feels safe he will call me to say he is heading to the depot. My friend and I will go in my van to pick him and his car up. So, I will be figuring out something here depending on how he feels. I am a little upset because he is at the hospital (his last drop off before his lunch break) but won't go get checked out. He always makes me go!
Pull up, take the keys out of the ignition and sit waiting for him to go get checked. I often threaten Shrek with smacking him with a brick and then calling the ambulance, he knows when I say that, he has to go.