|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|In one month (3 times per week), I've lost one inch from my waist, one inch from my hips and one and a half inches from my thigh (so, I guess that's actually three inches from both thighs...)
My boobs seem to have grown 4 inches, but I think that might have been a mis-measure. If not...WAAAA-HOOOOO!
I visited her last evening and she was up and around, no cane, no wheelchair. She is trying to convince me that she's physically well again. (Never going to happen - she can't even balance herself without holding on to the walls). She wanted me to take her to get her hair cut and then to MY house for a sleep-over.
I think, she wants me to approve her living on her own again. I can't blame her for that, but I can't let her live on her own again, and she's going to have to come to terms with it sooner or later. She's got dementia. She's a drunk. She has no equilibrium...
And she certainly can't sleep over at my house - because for one thing, I already sleep on the sofa with two cats and a dog. And two - I live up three flights of stairs! She'd never even be able to get there!
Mostly, I think she wants to be away from her current residence so she can drink MORE! WINE!
Not gonna happen.
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|