Thursday, January 28, 2010

this would be funny, butt...

only funny to you. I'm not laughing. That's why it's a present to help you get over my absence.

Tonight, a volunteer group came to NYMMH to throw a party for our residents who've recently celebrated birthdays. They made jewelry, ate cupcakes, spilled juice everywhere, and had a truly talented balloon artist who made elaborate balloon hats, animals, and weapons (don't ask me, I didn't hire him. Also, a number of small boys were demanding swords).

All in all, it was a good time. And then, one of my residents motioned me over. With this woman, everything is an emergency, so I was sure she was going to tell me she needed to use the phone, or had to have a tylenol. Instead, she motioned me closer. "Ms. Karen, the balloon man keeps looking at your butt."


  1. What?! I swear I posted a comment here the day that you posted this post! It was all about how much we (me, Sharon and Meagan) almost died laughing when we read this and how much-appreciated the comic relief was.