I can do it! I can do it!
Okay. I'm going to save this one. I'm going to save this one. No fuck ups this time.
Andrew is sick. I don't know what it is when guys get sick but they turn into 5 years olds. Andrew actually woke me up last night at about 3 or 4am to announce that his joints hurt and his throat hurts, I tell him he has the flu. He refuses to believe me. I guess its the fact that I'm only in my 3rd year of nursing that I have no idea what the symptoms of the flu is. I told him to get the flu shot. But no no. He's a big man and doesn't need no flu shot. However, the big man can't seem to figure out his head from his ass when he's got the aches and pains. All he did today was wonder around his little room figuring out what to do and complaining about how shoddy he feels. I shoved some Advil down his throat, and about an hour later he's going on about how great he feels and he's getting better already. However, about 10 minutes ago he just started comaplaining again and I'm not there to shove the Advil in him.
I'm going winter coat shopping tomorrow. The sleeping bag of a coat that I have right now has got to go. Its so freaking huge that I can't even wear it to class, becuase I have no where to put it. Its to big to fit in the chair next to me, and I can't hang it on the back of my chair becuase it extends like 4 feet from the chair, causing people to step on it. It also looks like a sleeping back. The only funny thing about it is that Liz's dad is obsessed with the jacket. And about 2 years ago, he saw the jacket and went and bought Liz the same one. We both have sleeping bag jackets and hate them. Aside from the fact that they are so warm. I'm taking Andrew with me tomorrow (I'll drug him up all nice) becuase he's pretty honest about things and won't tell me it looks good on me just becuase I like it. I took Heather with me yesterday and I looked at one jacket and she told me to 'just buy it'. I say no to that.
Its Pilates time now. I need to flex my body back into shape.
ta ta
me
Andrew is sick. I don't know what it is when guys get sick but they turn into 5 years olds. Andrew actually woke me up last night at about 3 or 4am to announce that his joints hurt and his throat hurts, I tell him he has the flu. He refuses to believe me. I guess its the fact that I'm only in my 3rd year of nursing that I have no idea what the symptoms of the flu is. I told him to get the flu shot. But no no. He's a big man and doesn't need no flu shot. However, the big man can't seem to figure out his head from his ass when he's got the aches and pains. All he did today was wonder around his little room figuring out what to do and complaining about how shoddy he feels. I shoved some Advil down his throat, and about an hour later he's going on about how great he feels and he's getting better already. However, about 10 minutes ago he just started comaplaining again and I'm not there to shove the Advil in him.
I'm going winter coat shopping tomorrow. The sleeping bag of a coat that I have right now has got to go. Its so freaking huge that I can't even wear it to class, becuase I have no where to put it. Its to big to fit in the chair next to me, and I can't hang it on the back of my chair becuase it extends like 4 feet from the chair, causing people to step on it. It also looks like a sleeping back. The only funny thing about it is that Liz's dad is obsessed with the jacket. And about 2 years ago, he saw the jacket and went and bought Liz the same one. We both have sleeping bag jackets and hate them. Aside from the fact that they are so warm. I'm taking Andrew with me tomorrow (I'll drug him up all nice) becuase he's pretty honest about things and won't tell me it looks good on me just becuase I like it. I took Heather with me yesterday and I looked at one jacket and she told me to 'just buy it'. I say no to that.
Its Pilates time now. I need to flex my body back into shape.
ta ta
me