Thursday, May 22, 2008

nikes

My mom needs to get into an Ovarian cancer clinical trial but, her doctor thinks she may not be fit enough to be accepted.

Phone call 9AM:
Me- "When you show up for your first appointement... you should wear a tracksuit."
"With a headband..."
"And some brand new Nikes..."
Mom- "Yeah, and about three cups of coffee."
Me- "And a tennis racket slung over your shoulder."
Mom- (dryly) "Yeah, Yeah, that should work."

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