The Old Blog in the Desert

Sotiredofthisstupidcoughandcoldandhavingtostripwashandremakethebedsainthelpinganyeither“Buddy get outta my way. You too, Roxy. No, don’t lay down.”ouchthathangnailagaingottadosomethingaboutthatisthecoffeepotstillondidievenmakecoffeethismorningyeahididirememberspillingwaterallovertheplace“Get outta my way, dogs!”isuredotalktomyselfalotiwonderwhatthiswould
looklikewrittendownlittlevoicebigvoicewhichiswhichandsoforthineedto
exploreitihatethesesheetstheyretoobigforthebedthepillowistoolargefor
thepillowcase“Get off my foot! Now, outta the way!”iwishicouldstop
coughingwhatsitbeenfourorfivedaysnowwhymemybibsshoulderstrapkeeps
fallingdownpissingmeoffcrapthathangailagainwherearetheclippersagain
“Roxy, you’re so cute with your tongue hanging out like that. Come here, girl. I’ll give you some loves. Oh, okay, you too, Buddy.”coffeewineed
somecoffeeineedacoughdroptoo“Okay, back up you beasts, I gotta get to the washing machine.”wheresthatotherpillowcaseohnevermindifounditnail
clippersineedtorememberthemmynoseisrunninggottagettakleenexquick
“Where’s the box that was in the bathroom last night?”imblowing
snotallovermyfaceboxonkitchencountertopdidntknowmyearswerepluggedlikethattwosoappodstodayandthelongerwashcyclesickbedsheetstowelsfirstthoughgothemallrightincludingtheguestbathroom“Oh sorry, Yaeger, I didn’t mean to step on your paw, old man.”histailswagginghesokaywantstobeapartofthe
actionwishicoultrainedthemtosweepthefloorsanddustthiscoughiskillingmemysideshurtsobadwowthesideofthewashingmachineisfreezingimgladidonthaveman
boobs“Outta my way, you guys, you’re not helping.”mypoorwifesheneeds
atopontoreachintoitineedtogopeenowsetthesheetsonthecountersoyouwont
forgetthemcoffeecupwheresmycoffeecupohwaitiwasgonnagopeefirsticantstopcoughingithinkipeedalittleididicantevengotothebathroombymyself“Come on every body, lets get outta here, I’m closing the door and you don’t wanna get shut in.”ineedtositdownwheresthekleenexboxagainimexhaustedcoffee…