Well, okay then...

So, I got done my last post and George got home.
I asked him if he wanted to go to the store with me.
He did, which was good, lest I pass out from fever or something.

Went to Wally-world and Giant.

I wanted to go to Wally-world for fly swatters (yeah, fly season is over... *rolls eyes*), parrot, parakeet and hamster food and an alarm clock.
I left Wally-world with those things, plus long johns for the guys, three pairs of sweat pants, a long, black, super-soft robe and men's flannel pj's for me and Nyquil, DayQuil and Sudafed and two EXTRA LOUD alarm clocks, one for Sr. and one for Jr.
(I have yet to ever just get what I go in there for. I think I need three things and come out with twenty...)

At Giant I got four boxes of Puff's, two gallons of OJ (didn't find the man, just the liquid), Tasty-Kakes (they were on sale) and Sr.'s soda and oatmeal, plus other assorted shit.

Then, we went to the KFC out by the battle fields and got dinner.

We get home and Sr. is in, done work, and he helps unload the car and I was still rather annoyed with Jr. about this past week and his crappy attitude. We get all the shit into the house and I grab my soft new pj's and robe and go change.

I felt better just doing that.

Then, I come back down here and get some chicken and here comes Jr.
I saw him as he passed the window in the front of the house.
I prepared for more crappy attitude.

He comes in and says... (let me pause here and point out that HE'S SPEAKING), "What's good for dinner?"

I had a mouthful of chicken so I just pointed behind me, where the KFC crap was sitting.

Then, he jokes around, saying "Well, pointing doesn't tell me much..."

I'd swallowed the chicken by then, so I held up the denuded leg bone and said "This, only filled in" and he cracked up and just like that, I'm not pissed anymore.

Amazing.

I showed him the tissues, all the cold meds and the alarm clock and he showed me the two deer skulls he found out in the woods.
(Yeah. I know. But, ya gotta take these things in the spirit in which they are intended... *shudder*)

Then, Sr. was done his dinner and he... he... HE WASHED ALL THE DISHES!!!!
*swoon*
While he was doing that, we (me, Sr. and Jr.) were all watching, and laughing at, America's Funniest Videos on the TV in the kitchen.

Not a word was said about hell week or the satanic fuck who did it and that's fine.
For now.

We do need to get this discussed, but... we're all also sick of it still.
And sick, period.
Jr. now has this cold.
Sr. will be next, then George, I'll bet.

When AFV went off, Jr. got his alarm clock, a box of tissues and some Nyquil (gel caps, I can't take the taste of that shit, oughta have a friggin' worm in it, it's so strong) and said "G'night" and went to bed.

Sr. finished the dishes, then got pouty when I found a few more.
I flibbered his bottom lip with my finger and teased him about it being stuck out so far a bird could poop on it and he, half trying to be mad and half giggling, said he was tired and wanted to be done and all that "preachin'-to-the-choir" stuff.
But, he did finish 'em for me.

After he went to bed, I found a couple more that I washed myself.
I think he'd have cried if I'd have found them any sooner...

Anyway, having that pile of dishes outta my face makes me think I might actually be able to go on and get the rest of the house back.
Tomorrow, maybe.

After I ate, I took two Nyquil.
That was around 7 or 8, I think, so I'm waiting to take the next two before I go to bed.
Meanwhile, I've just been watching TV and suckin' down some OJ.
Two big mugs of it.

Now, I'm sitting in here (the living room), watching "Dark Heart, Iron Hand" and having a coupla cupcakes and a cuppa coffee.

Everybody but me is in bed.

I'll either go to bed myself soon, or clean the house.
I don't know yet.

You'd think the Nyquil would leave me no choice in that, but, I'm so sick, the Nyquil, apparently, has to use all it's resources on the cold and has nothing left with which to render my ass unconscious like it usually does.

Now, all of a sudden, I'm hot again.
Maybe the Nyquil is wearing off...
I don't know, but I'm sweating under my hair... again.
(Next, I'll be cold, then hot, then cold... grrr....)

Oh, cool... it's almost midnight.
I can take another dose of Nyquil now.
Heh... must be why I got hot, which I'm already not anymore.

Okay, I'm off to get another cuppa coffee to take the Nyquil with, then... bed, or clean?
Sleep, or night patrol against idiots?

Hmmmm...

Ah, Nyquil first, and I'll see what it does to me.
If it doesn't knock me out, I'll stay up and do something constructive.
(And, as soon as I finished that sentence, I begin yawning big enough to swallow my own head...)

Peace, y'all...

Posted by: Stevie at 10:59 PM

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