I was delirious at the time...
Please excuse my last post's nonsequitor-ness; I was on the moon. With Steve.
Consider this a replacement roomate story, though it's about someone who just moved out.
I have, recently, been unable to find my dishtowels; somewhat vexing considering not only are they very useful, but I'm inordinately fond of my dishtowels as one of my first very-own-flat-warming gifts ever. First I thought that perhaps Kelly had put them in the wash. Nope. So finally I email the roomate who just moved out to inquire as to whether she had any idea. She emailed me back saying "they're in a bag, on top of the fridge." Now keep in mind, ladles and jillybeans, that we have hooks on the side of our cabinet, next to the sink, where one hangs dishtowels up! So I reply to thank her and ask - politely - why they would happen to be in that location. She replies that they were on the floor while she was cleaning so she put them there.
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We have upwards of ten dishtowels now. We don't have that much floor space in our kitchen for them to have all been on the floor! Why were they on the floor? Neither Kelly nor I put them there. And she left the pot holders on the hooks. Which really makes me wonder if she put them on the floor and then on top of the fridge. And that begs the question of WHY? Dear lord, why?
This is, by the way, the last sick day I'm going to give myself I think. By tomorrow I hope to be sufficiently recovered to drag my sorry behind in. (It's sorry! I promise!) I only have one book in the vampire series we've been reading left; I may have to stop off at the bookstore again to get the rest of the original vampire series we were reading (we've been reading Katie MacAlister's, we were and shall return to Lynsay Sands'). Today shall be filled with errands, sewing, cleaning and pain killers because my head still hurts like nobody's business.
On the plus side, I had a service-angel come and deliver my all sorts of get-well things yesterday like tissues and tea and soup and cough drops and chocolate. It was amazing. The only funny part was that I kept thinking back to when someone I know (top) was sick and his boy was supposed to bring him stuff and thinking, when did I become that? But I don't think I really have. It was just the gesture of a very sweet person...right?
Coughing also now hurts my entire upper body. Literally from the hips up to my head. This sucks because I keep doing it.
Consider this a replacement roomate story, though it's about someone who just moved out.
I have, recently, been unable to find my dishtowels; somewhat vexing considering not only are they very useful, but I'm inordinately fond of my dishtowels as one of my first very-own-flat-warming gifts ever. First I thought that perhaps Kelly had put them in the wash. Nope. So finally I email the roomate who just moved out to inquire as to whether she had any idea. She emailed me back saying "they're in a bag, on top of the fridge." Now keep in mind, ladles and jillybeans, that we have hooks on the side of our cabinet, next to the sink, where one hangs dishtowels up! So I reply to thank her and ask - politely - why they would happen to be in that location. She replies that they were on the floor while she was cleaning so she put them there.
...
We have upwards of ten dishtowels now. We don't have that much floor space in our kitchen for them to have all been on the floor! Why were they on the floor? Neither Kelly nor I put them there. And she left the pot holders on the hooks. Which really makes me wonder if she put them on the floor and then on top of the fridge. And that begs the question of WHY? Dear lord, why?
This is, by the way, the last sick day I'm going to give myself I think. By tomorrow I hope to be sufficiently recovered to drag my sorry behind in. (It's sorry! I promise!) I only have one book in the vampire series we've been reading left; I may have to stop off at the bookstore again to get the rest of the original vampire series we were reading (we've been reading Katie MacAlister's, we were and shall return to Lynsay Sands'). Today shall be filled with errands, sewing, cleaning and pain killers because my head still hurts like nobody's business.
On the plus side, I had a service-angel come and deliver my all sorts of get-well things yesterday like tissues and tea and soup and cough drops and chocolate. It was amazing. The only funny part was that I kept thinking back to when someone I know (top) was sick and his boy was supposed to bring him stuff and thinking, when did I become that? But I don't think I really have. It was just the gesture of a very sweet person...right?
Coughing also now hurts my entire upper body. Literally from the hips up to my head. This sucks because I keep doing it.