I said in the previous entry I don’t want to be doted over or waited on when I’m sick and that people only bring food to the sick in the movies. I take all that back, it would have been nice to have Fife ask if I wanted orange juice or something. It would be nice for me to not have to tell him I can’t fill the dishwasher right now cause I’m dog sick so don’t wait for me to get well before you get yourself some clean dishes. I don’t need him to cook for me but an offer for an orange juice run would have been nice. Waiting for me to do his dishes seems … typical.
I think I’m a tad bit annoyed with Bird too for saying, “How’s the dog doing” instead of “How are you doing?” I’m annoyed that she yacked on and on about what the heck ever until finally my head pounded so hard I had to let her go. If I have to listen to another conversation about “baby killers” and “democrats” I’m going to lose my mind. I don’t know, it would be nice from time to time to hear something positive come out of her mouth. The last complaint about her is this, several days ago (before I got sick) we were to go together to the store so I could get some rice to make bears. The woman showed up unannounced with a twenty pound bag of rice. TWENTY POUNDS of rice. Not bags of rice equally 20 pounds but one 20 pound bag of rice. First off I was like, WTF are you doing here? I woke up 5 min ago… and what am I supposed to do with twenty pounds of rice? This is not UNICEF. I can’t store that much rice nor can I make that many bears. My mousy bear has a dixie cup full of rice in him..one dixie cup!!! Do you know how many bears I’d have to make to use up twenty pounds of rice?
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