| | I'm cleaning my room. It's been a while, so... yeah. I've been dreading it. But if I tried to walk through here in crutches the way it was, I would've killed myself. I used to keep my room so clean, I don't know where I went bad. I'm getting more nervous about the surgery as it gets closer, but right now I'm actually more anxious about the blood thinner injections I have to give myself. I DON'T want to do that. Anyway... Quote of the day:
Richard: "I can't have any plants because my dogs would eat them."
Me: "That's why my back yard is kinda bare."
Richard: "There's a dead strip around the edge of the fence where the dogs run laps around the yard."
Me: "Mine aren't usually that energetic."
Richard: "Well, all my neighbors have dogs, so, out of sheer testosterone, they run around the edge and pee on the fence so all the other dogs know that's THEIR grass."
Me: "Kind of like real men?" He just stood there and stared at me. Void of a good comeback. Which is rare for him, so I was proud of myself. Okay, back to cleaning. |
| | Posted 4/30/2008 7:08 PM - 8 comments
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