Sunday Post 235d

Good evening and probably one final greeting for tonight! Firstly, Em’s final, final plodding total for Sunday now stands @ 2712; secondly, the final, final spam count for the weekend’s now five and thirdly, Joni’s devotional topic’s “Don’t Watch The Wall.” Righteo, final, final events for Sunday?

• *sigh* I strongly, strongly suspect that when PIG mum heads upstairs she doesn’t hit pigland; rather, she lies in bed and thinks of all the ways she can make my afternoon miserable for me … ><
• when she tumbled downstairs, she immediately and gleefully booted me offline. I had to let her gleefully FORCE L me to walk outside and let her gleefully force mostly poor Ela to take down the day’s washing; argh, I HATES standing practice! ><
• back inside, I then had to let her gleefully force poor Ela to feed me a pear. PIG mum was super-sneaky; she deliberately cut the pear into tiny little pieces, which firstly made it much harder for poor Ela to get every little chunk and secondly, meant that dearest dad arrived home from badminton and could see exactly how much power she has over me. *sigh*
• when I showered, I also softly, slowly but most hatefully sang 22% of my shorter second-favourite song out aloud, opening both eyes for all the important numbers.
• PIG mum was mean and wouldn’t grab my mobile for me when I used the loo once after showering; fine, I got it myself. Huh. ><
• Bad dad took us out to Sunnybank Oriental/Dong fong for dinner tonight! Never mind that I got piss little (about one bowl of rice and barely 1.5 bowls of congee), the hot Horlicks was yummy~
• Back inside, I used the loo once more for one tinkle then walked myself slowly and safely online, again and always rising above the cruel and unfaithful god’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
• Toms: we’re meeting Mrs. Dent and Nana for lunch @ the Coffee Club, to celebrate Nana’s 90^TH birthday! Fingers, toes and all other appendages crossed that PIG mum’ll lemme have one plate of eggs Benedict to myself and lemme drink a choc thickshake!
• That’s followed by a torture session with Vincent the bloody physio. Stress abounds. ><
• Actually, my idiot head started pounding Saturday; usually I give it three days to bugger off before giving up and resorting to Panadol and that’d mean Tuesday but I don’t wanna see Mrs. Dent and nana feeling like a bear with a sore head, so if the stupid headache hasn’t buggered off by toms morning, I’m taking some. ><
• Then it’s Tina coming to mind me from 4pm till 6pm. She’s nice enough, but I’ll just haveta remember to give her instructions for every single step else she’ll just stand around and do nothing! XD Righteo, hope everyone has a smashing weekend ahead!

Cheers,

Em. ^^