Tuesday, June 13, 2006
the ducks
this evening, not only am i treated to the scene of ducklady waddling along with her dog, but duckman is out roaming around. he does everything in slow motion. it's painful to watch. so why do i watch. obviously i have no life. i think the dog is the only normal one of the ducks. now here's ducklady's mother. spry old thing. she must be in her seventies. mows her own lawn, does her own shoveling. always out walking her little dog.
i've come to the conclusion that i'm not going to hear from sean. it's been a couple of weeks since she said she wouldn't bail on me, but she has. somehow i have to accept that. two years, then, nothing. that's just wrong. it's mean.
there's a chance that i'm going to have icky, stern nurse in the morning. regular nurse doesn't feel well. i swear if she mentions anything about housekeeping, i'm going to bitch slap her. i don't even know what that means exactly. but i like the way it sounds.
i think i'd be crawling into bed if oliver and ella weren't outside. i don't want to leave them out all night. oh, they both just came in. magic!
now i don't want to go to bed. i want to talk to someone. but i don't know who.
Posted by Lisa ::
7:12 PM ::
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