So everybody's got one of those fuckin live journal things. As I've spent several hours amusing myself over the trixs somone had that morning and the stomach disorder that forced him to take the cat to the vet, I figured it was time I myself contributed to the community with my inane babblings.
It's 98 degrees and I have no intention of leaving the house untill the sun sets. Luckily it's not a problem since lately I go to bed 5am and emerge around 3pm.
Ma's hip replacement went well. She's enjoying giving orders. Yesterday she, in her usual fashion, called downstairs from her cell phone. She asked for some lunch. Okay, I had cassorole in the oven, no problem. I make her a tray with casserole and salad. I go upstairs and ask what dressing and drink she'd like. "Ranch, I think....and coke if we've got it, in a tall glass with lots of ice." This is verbatim. The doorbell rings. It's grandma. She wants to see mom, so I walk her up the stairs. Downstairs. No ranch, so I grab the bleu cheese and make sure to find the tall glass and use lots of ice. Upstairs. She doesn't like bleu cheese and instructs I go find the catalina. Downstairs. Look in the fridge, no catalina. Upstairs. "No, in the pantry." Downstairs. Grab the catalina. Upstairs. Downstairs. Phone rings. "This coke is really flat." Find some gingerale. Upstairs. Downstairs. Phone. "Can I have some ice cream with strawberries?" At this point, I have been up and down the stairs 6 times. "Sure ma." =)