Tuesday, January 24, 2006

"Call 1 - 800 - WaaWaaWaa - WaaWaaWaaWaa ... "

I came back to un-whine.

I'm a grown-ass woman, and if I want someone to bring me something, I need to express the want, and be done with it. To expect Jimmy to pamper me when I'm sick, and read my mind about what I want for dinner ... when I didn't even really know what I wanted myself ... is immature and whiny.

Bad Dawn.


I am feeling a bit better today. I did go out to see Grandma F this afternoon, and stopped by the grocery strore on the way back. After bringing the bags into the house, and getting a meatloaf in the oven, I will admit that I am done for the day. Beat. Give out. Tuckered. But that's to be expected, I guess.

Grandma F seemed happy to see me. She was angry and "ready to leave this place" though. They keep insisting she go to therapy, and she just will not consider it. An impasse.

She enjoyed some "honey-thick" lemon-flavored iced tea that I took over there for her. I ordered a case online last week, and it came today. Little 4-oz. cups that come pre-thickened ... they seem easier on the taste buds than that crap you stir into regular drinks. She said it didn't taste like tea, but it was good. We got her dentures cleaned up, and she "rinsed off" with a warm washcloth, and I brought her dirty laundry home with me. She got a letter from Shundra too, so we read that.


OK ... I'm going to take it easy while I get some laundry done. Y'all have a good Tuesday night. xo

1 comment:

Anonymous said...


What is up girl? Don't tell me that you don't have time to post because I know better. Even if you have to stay up until 2 AM to post, it is your responsibility to do so. It has been a week already! What gives?