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June 29th, 2009
I have never had tonsillitis, so I don’t know what that’s like, but oh holy lord does my throat hurt right now. Enough so that I was actually crying a bit this morning. Go ahead, call me a wuss (no, not really). Anyway, today and tomorrow are my last days of work for the year and I am super excited about that. Even though this is the forecast here for the rest of the week (and has been pretty much the weather for the past week, as well):
Hopefully the rain holds off for one of those days, because we want to set up our tent in the backyard and give it a good spray with some sealant before heading off next weekend for our little trip. Of course that means that first we have to actually purchase a tent. Technically we already own a tent but we left it at Rob’s parents’ last summer on our exodus from NL, and it was stored in their shed all winter, where mice decided that nylon was a tasty snack. Anyway. I have been teasing Rob by sending him links to $400, 10-person tents with pet dens and attached foyers, which horrifies him because when he camps, he’s like “We’re camping! Sleep on rocks! pull a tarp over our heads! That’s ALL!”. If he could he would be like that guy who went out and lived with the bears. I just have to keep reminding him that the bears, they killed that guy (how … I don’t know the word… is it that he had digital camcorders running in his backpack at the time of his death – which means there’s probably audio of the bears eating him. But no one has ever listened to the audio). So, although we won’t be getting the super-deluxe ten-room tent of doom, we *will* be getting something other than a tarp strung up between two trees. And I’m bringing the dang air mattress.
Okay yeah, that’s the end of that for this morning. I a going to pick up some Chloraseptic on the way in to work, and whine like a big baby all day.
WUSS! That makes me one, too. Yesterday I took a very long (ill-advised) walk wearing what I thought were my most comfortable sandals. But in the blazing heat, two parts of the left foot were being chafed. I stuck Kleenex over the affected areas as they became increasingly painful but the tissue kept slipping out and shredding and I kept bending down to shove it back in and at one point I was cursing at it and very, very close to tears. I finally yanked the useless kleenex out and gritted my teeth until I got to the closest store where I could buy a box of bandaids. But it was no fun.
And along the way there was this old man standing on his porch? And I decided to stop and ask him for a bandaid (this was, obviously, before I reached the store). I asked him repeatedly (in French) if he spoke French or English and he finally replied, “Je ne comprends pas.” I was already so pissed off at circumstances that I just sort of gaped at him, then said (loudly, in case he was deaf) “Vous ne comprenez pas le français! Ah bon. Laissez faire.” I suppose he thought I was trying to sell him something. Arsehat.
You are totally not a wuss… I was on the verge of tears this afternoon because I’ve been running a fever for days and am just so tired of it so, if I called you one I’d have to call myself one.
The rain… I am so sick of THE RAIN and we have another full week of more rain.
There will NOT BE ANY RAIN THIS WEEKEND!!! NONE! Also there will not be any bears, so it’s all good.