Saturday evening, exhausted, stressed out, and just plain tired, I sat down for a minutes rest and a diet soda before getting back up to finish cleaning the mess I had just discovered.
Just as I started to get up, my dad asks "What are you going to do now?"
Sarcastically I replied "Shoot myself!"
Dad says, "That would just be a waste of bullets."

My dad gets off some good one liners, too. Just when you think they can't think that fast. Dad has some real zingers, too.

That was great! You know this disease is so stressful for all involved and when we can "laugh" and release some stress it is a blessing. If we have to endure the tough cargiver duties we might as well laugh along the way.

Keep 'em coming!