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Right in time with me...
Tuesday, February 19th, 2008 08:09 pmSometimes, I get impatient. I'm tired of this congestion, and fatigue that seems to be just... hanging on. I haven't heard my own voice in over three months, y'all. This is getting old. No, seriously, I sound like... I dunno. THO says it sounds sexy and whiskey-soaked. Great. I sound like a drunk thirteen year old girl. Oh, wait. He says I sound older. Like... fourteen.
*rolls eyes*
Really, though, I am ready for this to be over. I'm turning into a slug, seriously. Today, I took the Impossible Son to school and came back home to check on the Impertinent Daughter. She had a fever, so I kept her home. She was asleep when I got home, so I went and sat the computer and thought, "I'll get my writing done while she's sleeping, because if I try to lay down, she'll wake up and want something." It's my luck, right?
I lasted eight minutes. Then I thought, "Oh, I'll just lay down and read the paper for a few minutes, then I'll get up and make breakfast or something."
I read, "Baldo." I read, "For Better or For Worse." I read, "Dilbert," and... that's all I remember. The next thing I knew, it was 1 pm, and Miss Priss was standing over me. "I'm sorry, Mom," she said, not very sympathetically. "I let you sleep as long as I could, but I'm really, REALLY hungry, and I want something you haven't taught me to make yet."
Talk about losing a few hours! And boy, am I NOT looking forward to the major excavation work the dentist is going to have to do tomorrow. When I went in for the preliminary visit, he looked at my mouth and frowned. "Well, Auntie, you have such a little mouth..."
"I'm sorry!" I said sincerely.
"You can't help it," he said. "It's just... I don't have a lot of room to maneuver in there." And he doesn't. And he's got HUGE hands!!! Not that that makes so much of a difference, because his assistant has smaller hands than mine, and she STILL had trouble getting the X-ray pads in.
Well, it'll be interesting at least. If I make a semi-coherent post tomorrow, you'll know why!!
*rolls eyes*
Really, though, I am ready for this to be over. I'm turning into a slug, seriously. Today, I took the Impossible Son to school and came back home to check on the Impertinent Daughter. She had a fever, so I kept her home. She was asleep when I got home, so I went and sat the computer and thought, "I'll get my writing done while she's sleeping, because if I try to lay down, she'll wake up and want something." It's my luck, right?
I lasted eight minutes. Then I thought, "Oh, I'll just lay down and read the paper for a few minutes, then I'll get up and make breakfast or something."
I read, "Baldo." I read, "For Better or For Worse." I read, "Dilbert," and... that's all I remember. The next thing I knew, it was 1 pm, and Miss Priss was standing over me. "I'm sorry, Mom," she said, not very sympathetically. "I let you sleep as long as I could, but I'm really, REALLY hungry, and I want something you haven't taught me to make yet."
Talk about losing a few hours! And boy, am I NOT looking forward to the major excavation work the dentist is going to have to do tomorrow. When I went in for the preliminary visit, he looked at my mouth and frowned. "Well, Auntie, you have such a little mouth..."
"I'm sorry!" I said sincerely.
"You can't help it," he said. "It's just... I don't have a lot of room to maneuver in there." And he doesn't. And he's got HUGE hands!!! Not that that makes so much of a difference, because his assistant has smaller hands than mine, and she STILL had trouble getting the X-ray pads in.
Well, it'll be interesting at least. If I make a semi-coherent post tomorrow, you'll know why!!
