I'm still sick. Let's get that out there right now so maybe more sympathy heads my way.
But I realized that I may just be heading down a road that ends in molten lava. I've gotta stop laughing at other people's downfalls. It isn't appropriate. It isn't Christian like.
Today my friend almost hit a man on a bike. I laughed. I cracked a rib. I stopped breathing. It was funny.
My husband tripped on his own two feet. I spit out my diet soda.
My dog ran into the steps nose first. I was rolling.
My daughter hit her head on the door. I giggled like a schoolgirl.
My other dog slipped on the hardwood floors. I snorted.
And then I sneezed and my head blew up. And I realized that it could be a sign.
And when my daughter laughed at me she got grounded and when my husband snickered he got cut off for a month.
And as they gallivanted around the house doing whatever they wanted while I coughed up my lung and cried like a sissy I came to the conclusion that they don't care that I am ill. And that they carry on with their normal lives and I am left picking up the slack. Then I yelled at them for not helping out and for them to rub my feet and they suddenly wanted to clean the house and cook supper.
And I realized that even though I am sick and going to hell....I still rule the roost.
Dance Puppets...Dance! :-)