Because I know you were up all night worrying about me, I am still not 100%. I went to the Harris Teeter, there, near me, and got some rice last night, and a Gatorade, and once I consumed those things my stomach was all WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PUTTING STUFF IN ME?
So I am staying home again today, as things are still not copacetic in the digestive area.
In the meantime, I've had plenty of opportunity to stare at my pets.
For example, note Huey and Louie, here, remembering that they are no longer allowed on the couch. Have you noted the part where I don't have a coffee table all of a sudden? That's because it's still in the back room from Christmas and I haven't roped anyone into helping me move it.
Note also my huge Christmas tree, which I similarly need help lugging into the attic. Sometimes it sucks living alone. Tall Boy was supposed to come over last night and watch a movie with me, because I am friends with Tall Boy, because it is necessary that I keep all the exes on the charm bracelet of my life, but I told him not to come over because I might still be contagious. My point is, he was gonna lug the tree. He is tall. He could have just stood down here and placed it in the attic without climbing any steps.
And yes, Iris does keep scaling the tree like a teensy Tensing Norgay. It is a small victory for her over and over when she claws her way to the top.
And I know that looks like a tampon on that side table, but it's a pen. Also, does that table need help at all? What scratches?
Speaking of Edsel, or Edzul, do you know who is becoming his special friend?
So, I guess it's another day at home for me. I hope my stupid innards get better today, as this is getting boring. I similarly hope Aunt Kathy calls me 949585893930304040 times, as she did yesterday, to discuss the many pressing things we discussed. Now she will read this and get pissed off, but seriously she woke me up 70 times. "What do you think of Wen?" "Do you remember that time your uncle and I went to Mexico in 1972? What did I wear on the plane?"
Okay, she didn't really ask me that, but sadly I could probably recall. I almost have that Marilu Henner disease where she remembers everything. I mean, I know I never remember appointments or to zip my pants, but ask me what we ate at that reastaurant when you visited me in LA, and I can tell you that, and the date, and our waiter's name. Why? Do I know? Has it done me any good in life? It has not. In fact, all it mostly does is frustrate me because people think I'm making stuff up. "You couldn't possibly remember that."
A few months ago I was talking with Marvin about the broken dryer, "It's probably still under warranty," said Marvin. "I don't know," I said. "We bought it August 5, 2007 when we moved to NC. Oh wait. That washer and dryer didn't fit in this house. We bought THIS washer/dryer April 18, 2008."
"Okay, freak," said Marvin, who is totally used to my shenanigans.
Anyway. I guess I will go shower and maybe make some tea. See how that goes. Consuming things is an adventure right now.
Talk to you January 11, 2012.
Oh! And confidential to my fellow highbrow Real Housewives fans–Kyle needs Al-Anon. So bad, she does.