Sunday Post 230c

Good evening again and one final greeting for tonight! Firstly, Em’s final, final plodding total for Sunday now stands @ 4056 and secondly, the final, final spam count for the weekend’s now five. Righteo, final, final events for Sunday?

• When PIG mum still hadn’t finished her afternoon snooze by 4:45pm I yelled upstairs and asked her was she coming down yet, coz I wanted arvo tea!
• Instead, she came downstairs and gleefully FORCED L me to plod twenty-five minutes on the bloody treadmill for her. Personally, I’m just grateful that dad didn’t arrive home while I was plodding away, thus denying PIG mum her glee @ being able to show off how much power she has over me. But golly gosh, I sure hope I’m awake after counting to 500; there’s nothing better I’d like to do then to sing myself to sleep! >< *sigh*
• When I showered – obviously I washed and rinsed my own hair today, dried and rekitted myself; PIG mum seriously helped with NOTHING bar Elf’s AFO (but I’m grateful she didn’t gleefully force poor Ela to help with the sock putting on, although I wouldn’t have really minded coz I was sitting and could concentrate), I alo softly, slowly but most hatefully sang 23% of my shorter second-favourite song out aloud, opening both eyes for all the important numbers.
• Afterwards, I felt like doing a stinky unspeakable and drained one mug of water, but then suddenly constipation hit. ><
• But instead, I went out to watch Seven’s 6pm news! The most interesting surname I found was ‘Jump’.
• Then after that, I watched Australian Spartan; great show! Even better, it’s back next Sunday @ 7pm! During the ad breaks, I slowly, softly but most hatefully sang 35% of my newest shortersecond-favourite song out aloud, closing the left eye for all the important numbers.
• Before dinner, I walked myself slowly and safely to the loo for one tinkle and back, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
• Dinner tonight: rice, lotsa not-very-yummy bean sprouts, lotsa icky eggplant and a few delicious wee thin strips of chicken.
• Dinner was spooned down with one bowl of soup, which I had to let PIG mum gleefully FORCE L me to get myself, before I walked myself slowly and safely back online, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
• After finishing the previous post, I walked myself slowly and safely to the loo for one more tinkle and back, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
• Toms: I’ve gotta ring CODA and find out who’s minding me from 4pm till 6pm toms and the day after.
• Also, unless Kat jie jie rings PIG mum toms and tells her Vincent’s expecting me for physio, I’m not going! Hopefully, they’ll renovate FOREVER. XD
• Hopefully CODA will send someone to mind me from 4pm till 6pm; havingPIG mum (however slightly) with the Sunday shower’s more than stressful enough! >< *sigh*
• Righteo, hope everyone has a smashing weekend ahead!

Cheers,

Em. ^^