Never a dull moment
Today I've had the whole Elmer Fudd "kill the wabbit" changed around to "kill the roomate"......
I hear him stager in about 8am....and I say nothing because I'm half asleep. I figured he was stopping in to grab somethings and head off to work. Around noon some girl calls, something about a fight last night and he needs to call work cause he didn't show. So I go in to wake his ass up, and I can smell the beer from the doorway. My roomate looks like hammered shit. He's still drunk, and he's got a goose egg on his forehead. He calls work, and I manage to talk him into going to the ER to get his head looked at. After waiting for 2 hours, he gets pissed off and wants to leave. Back home we go.
All this centers around some of the old crowd he knew and wanted to get away from. Now he's back into it.....hey dingbat, get a clue!
At least I got the house to myself for about 2 days, kinda liked it too...
Went and visited mom and dad. Mom had some skin on her forehead removed cause it was skin cancer, then passed out later at the post office. She should've went straight home, but no it's " I feel fine, let's do ____".
The doctor didn't give her any pain meds, so she was in pain last I talked to her. At least the cats were being sociable. Taz got on my lap for the first time since I moved out. Angel let me pick her up, so I suppose all is well.
My new TV came in. 42 inches so I can see the screen. Yea!