Watch Me.
Finished last night, FINALLY, An Isolated Incident.
Some books are like a meandering country road. They go on and on and on. If you’re lucky, there are enough interesting and compelling things to look at during the drive down the road to make the trip worthwhile. And sometimes it’s boring as hell, and you just wish the damn drive was done and over with already. The latter is what An Isolated Incident was like. I don’t recommend it.
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Fred is sick. He’s SICK, I say! Sick! He hasn’t been sick like this since before he started losing weight five years ago, except for the time when he had Hepatitis A.
I believe it’s a proven theory that if you are male, whining about how crappy you feel makes you feel much better (but NOT all the way better!) almost instantly. The more you whine, the better you feel.
He went to the doctor’s office yesterday and they did a flu test, diagnosed him with the flu, and prescribed a prophylactic dose of
Tamiflu for the spud and I. Fred got home from the doctor’s office just as the area schools got out for the day, and I took the prescriptions (Tamiflu for all three of us, Tussionex for Fred) to the grocery store.
Thank god I remembered to bring a book, because I ended up being in the grocery store for 45 minutes. The doctor had prescribed 7 pills each for the spud and I but our fucking insurance will only cover 5 pills at a time.
Fuckers.
So I filled the prescriptions, picked up some ice cream and double stuf Oreos for Fred (“I’m sick; I’m allowed to eat whatever I want!”, is his theory.) and went home. Where I felt his forehead many times and reported on the state of warmth. (“Cooler than it was, but still warm!”)
He’s feeling a little better today, but still too crappy to go to work. I’m sure there are going to be naps in his future.
I, on the other hand, will be spending my day doing laundry and watching some of the ten thousand shows I’ve DVR’d.
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I’d like to point out that ever since last summer when I realized that Mister Boogers was trapping birds under the platform feeders I had on the ground, and I made it so that both the platform feeders are hanging instead of sitting on the ground, there has not been one single, solitary bird in this house.
Of course, Spring is still young. I suppose that when the baby birds are born in a few weeks, some of them might still end up in the house in the jaws of the mighty hunter.
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Hey, remember how my New Year’s resolution for this year was not to buy any books until I’ve read what I have? Yeah, that’s a resolution that is good and broken. We got our state tax refund back earlier this week, and decided to split it – Fred would use half for whatever he wanted on Amazon, I’d use the other half for whatever I wanted on Amazon.
I’ve got about twenty books on the way to me right now. I had stuff on my wish list that had been on there so long that they’d gone to paperback, so I ended up buying mostly paperbacks. In fact, I think I actually bought nothing but paperbacks.
I’m not sure I’m going to have room on the bookcase for all those books!
Why do I bother to make New Year’s resolutions, I ask you?
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Miz Poo kneads and kneads and kneads for twenty minutes before she feels the time is right to curl up in her bed. Maybe kneading is her form of exercise, and the reason she’s lost half a pound!
I think she’s planning on writing a book. “Knead Your Way Thin.” She and Mister Boogers are already planning the infomercial.
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