9. To Getting Through It
Ever wonder what happens when your bladder wont comply with medicine? Don't wonder, I'll tell you. I found myself staring into the freezer tonight mad as hell that there was a solo Eggo left. Who wants ONE fucking eggo? I scorned it and seriously got mad at it, dismissing it altogether. One is better than nothing right? No. When I suffer, so must ALL Eggos! I can't even try to explain the dirty look I gave the thing for being alone, and I did it for more than five minutes, then sulked off only to return 3 more times to be certain that another Eggo wasn't just hiding. Alas I have resorted to being angry at frozen bread products.
Mr. Morgan's Christmas party was luke warm, low attended and we left before the main course was served because he was confident that if a plate of food was set before him, a solid barf would kick off the evening to entice the appetites of the other diners. I didn't even use my second drink token as, remember, my head is full of antibiotic fun and it was seriously possible to seem like I rolled in with one leg already full of booze, when that is simply not the case. Unfortunately..... lol. I had a meager glass of chardonnay and sat by myself in an almost empty room for most of the time we were there. I'm used to being left and how every now and then someone will see me looking pathetic and gravitate my way out of kindness to say hello. When left sitting by self, thinking about really odd subjects - like say, how shrimp mate (it was the appetizer) - when someone approaches it's like a cheetah leaping onto a gazelle. Overly wide grin and demeanor, happy as fuck to have some interaction that wasn't with a dead piece of seafood. Almost everyone he works with knows me, some simply by sight. They know I am Mr. Morgan wife, but what was her name? I blink at that. Who forgets one of the most common names in the world???? Not entirely their fault, Mr. Morgan does introduce me as "this is my wife" and I hence have to let them know I have a name and what it was assigned to me as being.
So for today's dedication..... here's to one Christmas activity down!
To couteract being a crotchface, I offer this because damn if I don't need a holiday smile.
- DM
Mr. Morgan's Christmas party was luke warm, low attended and we left before the main course was served because he was confident that if a plate of food was set before him, a solid barf would kick off the evening to entice the appetites of the other diners. I didn't even use my second drink token as, remember, my head is full of antibiotic fun and it was seriously possible to seem like I rolled in with one leg already full of booze, when that is simply not the case. Unfortunately..... lol. I had a meager glass of chardonnay and sat by myself in an almost empty room for most of the time we were there. I'm used to being left and how every now and then someone will see me looking pathetic and gravitate my way out of kindness to say hello. When left sitting by self, thinking about really odd subjects - like say, how shrimp mate (it was the appetizer) - when someone approaches it's like a cheetah leaping onto a gazelle. Overly wide grin and demeanor, happy as fuck to have some interaction that wasn't with a dead piece of seafood. Almost everyone he works with knows me, some simply by sight. They know I am Mr. Morgan wife, but what was her name? I blink at that. Who forgets one of the most common names in the world???? Not entirely their fault, Mr. Morgan does introduce me as "this is my wife" and I hence have to let them know I have a name and what it was assigned to me as being.
So for today's dedication..... here's to one Christmas activity down!
To couteract being a crotchface, I offer this because damn if I don't need a holiday smile.
- DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
1:10 AM
2 Comments:
OMG that second video was hilarious! Love how everyone was up dancing. I'm glad they let him do his whole routine, you can never tell how the judges will be for stuff like that.
We've been so sick at home we've barely done anything. Then we had 15 inches of snow yesterday so that was fun trying to do last minute shopping today and driving on the roads! We've barely gone to parties or anything. It's been good times
PS love Happy Tree Friends!!
I'm so sorry you are still sick. Good grief you, aren't we the pair!
I also love the dancing!! It's enjoyable to see someone getting their dance on and enjoying themselves so damn much in doing so.
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