Scooter

I knew better than to show my hot rod to the boys.  Unfortunately someone had to assemble it so I was in a sticky position.  My foot is broken and reconstructed…so I need a knee scooter.  I’m totally dependent for the next 12 weeks on these clowns and they took advantage of me by suggesting all the ways they were going to “trick my ride”.   These were threats, really.

Bryce wants to get a customized license plate for the back that reads:  CLARISSE  and put hand lotion in my basket.   Adam wanted to switch the handle bars to “ape arms” so I could ride chopper style.

Then they had to take it for a TEST DRIVE around my kitchen.  OMG     Bryce tried popping wheelies and Adam was cornering on two wheels. Both broke the speed limit.   I was informed that when I was done with it, THEY were going to break it in right on the farm.   Am I going to Hell if my thought was, “Good.  Maybe one of them will break a leg?”

My doctor called me a week after surgery to apologize for not calling sooner.  He asked how the foot was doing.  I told him that it was a real bastard and he is lucky he didn’t call earlier because I would have called him a bastard too.  We both laughed.  (As I secretly wanted to stab his eyes out with a steak knife.)

If the truth be told, these two “clowns” have taken amazing care of me as much as it kills me to admit it.  Bryce has done all the farm chores every morning without a complaint. He even went to the grocery store and came out with lots of good surprises!   Of course, this year the barn water is frozen so he has to hoof it all the way to my kitchen sink to retrieve water for the chickens and goats.  It doesn’t help that we have been hovering around zero degrees.   On the big day, Adam was nominated to take me to surgery and wait for hours and then take his “in the bag” mother home.  I was drooling and practically comatose.  He fetched me all my needs the first few weeks.

I’m lucky to be surrounded by such wonderful men but don’t think for a minute that I am going to let on.

Kupiec Farms