think i have a frigging cold... well, actually, i KNOW i have one. nose, sinuses, throat, aches, whining... yep. it's official.
dammit.
i have that danged illustration to do by tonight and i really don't have the oomph to do it (that and the fact that gigglemom is cracking the whip at me to paint the frigging staircase and edge the living room. i hate painting.)
i desperately want chicken dumpling soup. but gigglemom won't go to the store for the ingredients... i will have to go if i want it...
which absolutely sucks.
i am venting here. and i hate the fact that she always sounds like a harpie in my blog, but if i mention that i am not feeling good to gigglemom, she's all like "yeah, you don't know what not feeling good is"
um. thanks.
or when i had my accident and hurt my back:
"you don't know what back pain is"
um. yeah. i do. and i am telling you that i can barely move.
or if i say i have a cold, do i get a "feel better"? no. i get:
"i swear to god, if you get me sick...." (in threatening tone)
nice right? and right now, as i can barely see out of the swollen slits of my eyes - from the sinuses - she wants me to do laundry, paint the rest of the house, go food shopping (where i will have to cook.)
*sigh* this sucks.
disclaimer: love her to death... but... sometimes and i know this is awful to say... well, sometimes i....and all y'all out there are going to have a *gasp* come out of your mouth and 98% of you will want to comment about "be thankful your mother is still alive"... save it, if you are going to throw the guilt down at me. i don't need it, and my therapist says my feelings about thinking thoughts about my mother being "gone" are justified...
have you ever seen Throw Momma From the Train?
"OWEN!" sounds an awful lot like "ERIN!"
