Pho, dammit
May. 1st, 2006 05:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrRob has been sick since Friday night. All day long I did my best to hack out my lungs, and by 3:30 I was sick to death of coughing, and I could barely see. I drove home. I decided I was too sick to drive Fiona to karate, and she didn't mind, since she was wheezing so much. She has a doctor's appointment for tomorrow morning.
Rob is no better. Fiona is babysitting tonight.
I asked Delia to drive to a Vietnamese restaurant, forge my name on one of my checks, and bring back pho. I must have pho. She gave me A Look and backed out the bathroom warily, where I was trying to drown my sorrows in the bathtub. It didn't work. I am still alive, my lungs are still trying to drown me, and I must have pho.
*Sigh* There is no help for it. If I want pho, I have to get into the damn car and drive there myself.
I wish my children would just be a little more cooperative.
Rob is no better. Fiona is babysitting tonight.
I asked Delia to drive to a Vietnamese restaurant, forge my name on one of my checks, and bring back pho. I must have pho. She gave me A Look and backed out the bathroom warily, where I was trying to drown my sorrows in the bathtub. It didn't work. I am still alive, my lungs are still trying to drown me, and I must have pho.
*Sigh* There is no help for it. If I want pho, I have to get into the damn car and drive there myself.
I wish my children would just be a little more cooperative.
