I must be feeling better, because my dad called to tell me a.) not to call him tomorrow after I get out of the doctor’s because he’ll be doing a funeral and b.) that whatever’s wrong with me is because I keep a messy house and, rather than getting pissed at him, I just had to laugh.
Bless his heart, he’s been trying my whole life to turn me into a neat-freak who will clean up after him and his sons and finally, finally, I think he thinks he’s got the cudgel… cudgle… argh, I wish spell check worked on this computer… anyway, he’s got the large stick with which to beat me now.
I am sick because I am dirty!