Alas, everything--including the $750 per month prescription--in my April Fool's Day post was true. Apparently I misconstrued the whole Foolish part of the day. I never was much for practical jokes and tomfoolery, which will surprise you.
I've got a lot to say on the subject, but I am planning some wider-scale activities and so won't say much more than this: If John McCain and our beloved president truly believe that the system works and doesn't need any reform, I would invite them to drop their Cadillac-level health coverage and join me on the high-deductible HSA scam that they seem to like so much. Oh, and they have to do it on the median income of a Montana family of four, $55,641. Good luck with that, because it's working like rainbows and unicorns for us.
In other news, thanks to a recent trip with Nana and Papa to see Mamma Mia! in Spokane, Connery is the latest member of the ABBA fan club. Our evening waterboarding sessions now involve high-decibel ABBA, meant to screw up his courage in the face of the nasal irrigator. I often think to myself in those moments that I am experiencing something that just may be unique. Perhaps nowhere else in the world are two thirtysomething American parents attempting to squirt water, baking soda, and salt up the uncooperative nostrils of a four-year-old child while "Dancing Queen" blares at painful levels in the background. Off the top of my head, I can think of approximately 2,359,031 ways that I would prefer to be unique. Too bad those aren't on the menu.
Another grandparent-inspired new song craze:
Anyone else grow up singing that song? I know every word, and now Connery does, too. Awesome.