Well, I know why my sinuses have been acting up for a couple of days now and why I’ve been coughing pretty badly. One of the loaves of bread that Sister Compassionless brought us was molded, and not just a little mold. The whole bottom of the loaf was covered in it this morning. I know that she didn’t bring us moldy bread intentionally, so I won’t blame this one her. You’ve got to admit that that would be an interesting way to kill someone. I wonder if any writers have ever done a story on murder by bread mold.
Anyway, I am not up at the ungodly hour of 10 am because the exorcist/nurse called to tell us that she was on her way. She claimed that she called Friday and that we didn’t answer. She didn’t call. I don’t know if I’m awake enough to handle her. She just has so much energy and aside from when she feels a dark spirit in the house, she is just way too perky.
I really just want to go back to sleep. It seems like any time that I take 2 of my Flexerils at night, the next morning I end up having to get up before the pills have worn off. I end up having what I tend to think of as a hangover.1
My dad is pretty happy today. Auburn won their game last night. He would have been happier if Alabama had lost theirs, but you can’t have everything. I’m pretty sure that if he had voodoo dolls, he would totally be torturing the hell out Johnny Manziel for the turnovers and Nick Saban for being, well, Nick Saban.
Oy. I just want to lay down and rest some, but Amy is laying halfway under a cushion on the couch, taking a nap. Like as a puppy must be so tiresome. Of course, she wagged until I thought her tail was going to fall off when she realized all 3 of her people were awake and in the same room as her. My poor little cuddle-bunny wore herself out from the all that wagging.
And now my dad is angry because my mom ordered stuff online without consulting him. Part of the time it seems like she does things like that just to piss him off. It is extremely easy to make him mad. I think Hulk has an easier time controlling his temper than my dad. That may be because Hulk is a fictional character, though. But seriously, my dad gets angry really easily. He used to get mad when out-of-date milk was poured out because that was “such a waste”. And he gets upset that I try to get rid of boxes and plastic grocery bags instead of allowing them to pile up.2 Every single thing that goes wrong or that he doesn’t like earns a rant from him, where he’ll claim that it happened just to piss him off or make his life harder. And I mean everything. Even when a show is to-be-continued or when a sports team he likes loses.