What pisses me off: Yes, David, the love of my life and all, who would rather watch Jerry Springer than touch the laundry or do just one fucking thing around the house for me while I'm trying to die peacefully of an antibiotic reaction and back ache, didn't do a fucking thing except ask every five seconds if I needed something. Yes!!! A fucking gun to shoot me with. Dambit all to hell!!!
He really pissed me off to no end this time. He said he was taking off two days to take care of me while I was convalescing. Bull shit!! The house had dried mud tracked all over the floors from the front to the back doors. Dog food stains on the floors where he fed the puppies but never cleaned up the spills. Dishes in the sink and laundry piling up in the dining room of all things.
What I'm doing today: Not one fucking thing!!! I am going to take Little Hal into the bedroom with me and I'm going to lay down and take it easy all fucking day. Catch up on all my reading, blogs, news, etc.
What's for din din: Absofuckinlutely nothing. David can pick up something on his way home again. I haven't cooked or done anything in that kitchen except clean it up since my surgery. It still hurts too much to stand for two minutes or more. So no soup for you!!