Taming the Beast inside me
Well, here we are, 5 whole months gone by since I broke a bone in my ankle. Five excruciatingly long months…later…and I am in a cast still. I can’t really say how I “feel” about it because doggone it, my mom threatened me with the idea that my grammy might come visit me. My house is a wreck. My grammy? A clean freak…
My mom told me yesterday that my aunt said she might bring my Grammy to my house. And, panic set in. My house is a pig sty. A complete house of filth. Wayne doesn’t help with the cleaning too much even when I am able to do some of it, but now that I have been in a cast for 1/2 of 2009 – ok, not half but it will be by the time I get rid of this stupid cast.
So, if Grammy shows up and I quit showing up here…look for me somewhere dead of embarrassment and just plain getting a beating from my grammy. All 95 pounds of her will surely beat me silly.
Mom said that she hoped I knew that if my Grammy comes to see me, she will worry herself silly over my grass that is waist high. No, kidding, it is as usual, waist high to a giraffe. My husband not your lawn mowing freak that I would like him to be. He just drives me batty instead of driving a tractor.
So, be on the look out for me, If I disappear….call Grammy…
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