Friday, April 1, 2011
My son's disability FINALLY went through! I am beyond happy. My daughter is also seeing a therapist and WOW, what difference that has made. On the other hand, I am irritated with The Hunter. No reason I suppose. He's sick of being sick and I'm sick of him being sick. I wish he'd go the doctor but he says it's just a cold. Well, even a two-year-old knows to cover his mouth when he coughs. Now I am starting to cough. I think that's how his "cold" started. I know it's not because of my smoking. Oh shut it! You'll feel sorry you thought that when I am in the hospital. Speaking of fire....I practiced my STOP-DROP AND ROLL yesterday. I think I may have done it wrong. I wasn't on fire, and I had been holding onto one corner of a piece of furniture that we were loading into our truck. But you'd have to give my landing a 9.3! Then we were carrying something out the side door and you remember that step there? Yeah? Well, somebody could have warned me! To prevent myself from falling completely, I did a graceful stumble. (Then there was the time in FL. recently when I tripped poolside and stumbled around about 8 feet when a fence reached out and caught me.) I am tired. I am lazy. I am sarcastic. I get depressed. Blah. Blah. Blah. But I am a hell of a lot of fun. I take a drink from my travel mug-coffee- and OPPS, it spills all down the front of me because somehow the lid wasn't put on right. I drop my keys at least once a day. When I laugh, I cough, fart and laugh and cough and so on and so on. And of course, let us not forget the "stunts" I do. I have already given everyone in my family permission to pretend they don't know me. What I really like is when the family has disowned me in public-from sheer embarrassment-and I meet someone just like me. Talk about inappropriate fun!