Because it really is personal…

Today, I am not going to edit my post for smisspells and typos. be warned.

I got up this morning and prmptly smashed my hand against the bedpost now I have a big ol bruise. Then I tripped going down the stairs, baught myself and all whicxhi is good because it’s a long set of stairs abdit could have neen ugly if’id fallen.

after a rejuvenating cup of coffee, I smakced the same hand on the kitchen table. Now the bruise is bigger and kind of pretty in a CSI sort of way/. Terry wants to make a sign for me to wear that said “she walked into a door, really.”

Then the dog pooped and CJ whupped her and she screached and carryod on in a way that my head hurts and it made me cranky, as if all the smacking and tripping wasnt already.

then as I was getting cranky, after catching a power dirll on my bathrode, just what was a drill doing on the dining table anyway, we have a utility room for that shit these days. Cj infomred me that ia was not allowed to get cranky because “you’re not a humon! you’re a Mom!” well that piseed me off even more. so I’m not human, eh. I’m not supposed to get ill when things don’t go my way. He’s allowed to, but I’m not. Just call me Rosie the Robot with all that sage advice and pithy humor. I tell you what it’s a damn good thing he’s going to worktoday. And another thing, he still hasn[t paid me for doing his laundry last week so I’m not doing it this week until he does, which is going to be tricky because he won’t be able to until friday afternoon and he’s moving out saturday morning oh well. I guess I won’t get paid and he’ll have todo his own damn laundry at scotts.

alright. It’s not all that bad. allthis ctuff is like curcumstantial evidence. it’s just fluff in the atmostphere. its’ really going ok here. Terry’s healing up nicely. He’s going to have some kick-ass manly sacrs on his arm, long and with htose little sticth dots on either side. He’s also able to doalot for himself tho I still have to dryhim off after his shower and help him get dressed. I don’t mind. I am up anyway. Cj hasn’t destroyed anything (except my ego), david works today aso I’ll have the house to myself and can put on the music I like and trun it up while doing laundry. I can aslo eat what I want without anyone standing around and asking if there’s more.

It keeps raining and the pario is a mess with pinestraw and stuff. I can’t sweep it up until it’s dry but it won’t be dry until sometime in october. it’s my favorite room of the house and i want it looking nice but i just don’t dee that happening a hytime soom.

oh well, off to the races and the laundry, the way today has been i expect the washing machine to rupture and die, and Himself with a broken arm and unable to fix it.