Saturday, August 3, 2013
Who Needs Tissues?
I’ve had a rough time of late. I have shunts in my head and when one goes – they go. So I’ve been in and out of hospital and home to recuperate – which means I actually can’t do a lot of cleaning up because I just don’t have it in me.
Yesterday, finally, I started to feel better. My sister came up for the night and my Aunty came for dinner so we cooked and drank champagne before slinking off to bed at a reasonable hour.
Imagine my surprise when while putting doona’s and pillows away, I see snot wiped on the wall and on the window sill above the bed. WTF? I’ve just been around and counted. There are 4 boxes of tissues strategically positioned around this house. That isn’t even counting the 3 loos all with a large basket of paper – one basically 2 minutes from his room…
But no. Let’s just pick our fricking nose and wipe it on the wall.
Who the hell lives like this? Really?
Oh: here is a pic of my new haircut.
Posted by Mistress at 11:56 AM