Friday? Fuggetaboudit.
Woke up this morning feeling like crap on a cracker.
It's mostly a headache. And you know what that means. Yep. Brain tumor.
So I'm heading back to bed with a cup of coffee, 2 aspirin and W magazine. Maybe I'll take a little nap.
You know what is nice about this? I did a bunch of stuff yesterday...stuff so significant that people noticed. (The inside of the fridge looks like new). And since my house is all nice and cozy I can go to bed and nurse my brain without a lick of I-shouldn't-be-languishing-here-when-there-are-things-to-do-itis.
Btw, I am now making The Child do her own laundry. It so rocks.
Labels: brain tumor, coffee, nap
cobbled together by Moi at 9:36 AM
16 Comments:
During my senior year in high school, my mom made me do ALL the family's laundry so that I'd be well-trained when I left.
I'll bring that up when I'm with you and The Child this summer.
Started doing my laundry when I was 10. Still bitter about that.
I hope your tumor goes away soon.
I told Boy1 he was going to have to start doing laundry when he turned 7. Husband looked at me like I was crazy. Given that he still doesn't know how to do laundry and he's 36, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Ice pack for the head?
Damm where were you when I was doing my 26 year old son's laundry? Hum, maybe there was more of a problem than laundry. Did my skunk get to Seattle and go poof by your house? Can give you a nasty headache. But then a tumor can too...or maybe retinitis, or a disc in your neck, or a tooth infection, or a sinus infection...I can look up more stuff if you want me to... Feel better.
Sorry about the tumor Nayb- hope this doesn't mean you're not coming to Taize tonight -
I think I may know what you need...
She needs a martini. And a shot of Battlestar Galactica with some homemade pizza.
Feel better, LT. We can Taize some other Friday instead...
That would be very helpful, Jon.
Bitterness suits you, JP. Maybe The Child will follow in your bitter footsteps. And thanks. It's shrinking as we speak.
Nicole, man, that laundry thing is resonating with people today. Good on you for making B1 a self-sufficient male. (Although please note above...it may make him bitter).
Rosemary, all those are lovely scenarios but I'll stick with the elegance and simplicity of a brain tumor. But thanks. And now I know who to turn to when I'm looking for good lists of ailments.
Neighb, I'm sure you do know what I need. And God will still be at Taize next week. He's cool like that.
SCG: Now you're talking! A martini sounds super good right now. Of course, so does tea and hamentashen. Which is what I'm having.
Sorry you're sick, Lorraine! I myself have been sick for a week. Blech.
Here's to both of us feeling better SOON!! :)
-MHP :)
Back atcha, MHP!
You know, in some places, crap on a cracker is a delicacy.
That's true, Iwanski. Personally, I prefer my crap on a cracker with truffle oil but whatever. Works with cream cheese, too.
And I thought I was the only person who automatically assumed a headache was a brain turmor.
Take this a step further.... do you KNOW in your heart that the dentist is going to have to pull all your teeth and put in dentures whenever you go for a cleaning?
Yes. And heartburn is always a heart attack, the crick in my neck from sleeping wrong is actually arthritis and every time I can't remember an actor's name it's because I'm getting Alzheimer's.
Hypocondriac? Nah.
I used to have a girlfriend,Hurricane Ellen,who was always getting some sort of exotic ailment.
Arthritis,Bursitis,Cholera!...She made it all the way to Lhyme disease before I relized she was getting diseases in alphabetical order.
I threw away our medical encyclopedia,and she was cured..just sayin'..
We had a massive clean out yesterday too-lol. l even organised my food cupboards! l brushed round all the skirting, reorganised the bookshelves. But today l am like yourself- taking things easy...and why not?
Feeling better? My kids do their own laundry... but then they mix mine in and i do it again for the next month so I dont have to buy new jean and such thanks to thier interesting sorting
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