Tuesday, August 15, 2017

The Usual

      Up late again, taking care of you-know-who. Little Miss Zero Manners. She demanded I make corn, complained for two minutes, then told me to dump it and try again. I couldn't, because that was the last of it. If she hadn't complained and just eaten, she would've at least gotten more into her stomach before the bug decided to commit suicide and do a nosedive into her bowl.
      Wonder what Princess Lippy will want next. My guess? Please and thank-you are not in the forecast. Adverse weather conditions indeed, Sid...

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  1. Aww, sorry to hear ... wish I was there ... not sure I'd have the balls to say "Don't leave the table hungry" or "Well, I'm not making anything else, so either eat that or don't complain to me that you're hungry" like she used to do to us ... :p

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    1. I can't say I'm not tempted to say those things. I almost did, but then I stopped myself. And then, after she asked for eight grapes and I brought the bowl, she snarked at me, "Can't you count? I asked for eight, not a f***ing bowl." So I told her the f***ing bowl was all that was left, and hers anyway, what she didn't finish from before. Plus, it had Saran wrap; I thought she would at least appreciate the bug-proof part.

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    2. Wow, really? I'd have probably told her to fend for herself by now ... clearly you're the better daughter :|

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    3. I think she's going into a home if the car sells. The rest of us need to get back to normal. She'd have better, 24/7 care over there and we could visit.

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