whiney Tuesday

The foot doctor gave me anti-inflammatories that I can’t take because of Evan, so today I have the personality of a wild boar with rabies. Every time I put my foot up, the little gremlin takes a swing at my swollen toe like it’s a ball on a tee. The evil dryer won’t work even when I hop up and down the stairs to try and negotiate with it. Doug is at a client’s site today, Thursday and Friday, so I’m stuck in this house without air conditioning. Can we eat cold cereal for dinner to keep from using the oven? Maybe we should put on swimsuits and play in the bathtub. At least House is on tonight.

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