July 6, 2005
Progress (or not)
I totally overdid it yesterday. Now the HF is very angry. She and I just had a little conversation.
HF: What made you think you could return all those costumes to Hayward all by yourself? And then you ran around the theatre painting and cleaning and stuff. What were you thinking, you big fat idiot? Stay off of me today or I will make you regret it even further.
Me: Okay, okay, Geez. Look, you're all elevated and propped up on a pillow.
HF: That's better. Now please remain seated at all times.
Me: Can't I even go to the drugstore to pick up my Vicodin refill?
HF: Fine. But make it snappy.
Me: And since I'm out, can I stop by work? I miss my girls and all of the yarn.
HF: Don't make me come up there and smack you.
Me: You're not the boss of me!
HF: (throbs in pain)
Me: Fine, be that way.
Comments
Damn foot. You show the HF who's the boss! (It's the Vicodin, isn't it?)
Posted by: Grace at July 6, 2005 12:38 PM
Remember: hugs, not drugs. Except in your case where you have to b***h slap your HF into submission with some pharmasootickles.
Posted by: bob at July 6, 2005 3:07 PM