Good afternoon! Em’s new plodding total for Friday now
stands @ 3949. Reckon I’ve got a fairly good chance of cracking 4000 before the
night’s out, don’t you? XD Righteo, continuing events for today?
- Almost immediately after PIG mum had finished breakfasting, she flew over (obviously not literally XD) immediately booted me offline and I had to let her gleefully FORCE L me to plod twenty-five minutes on the bloody treadmill for her. Gosh, I sure hope I’m still awake after counting to 500 tonight; there’s nothing better I’d like to get done then count myself to sleep; SCREW counting! >< *sigh*
- I was hoping to watch Nine’s morning news but alas, PIGmum was too intent on getting to gleefully force me to do all those stupid exercises for her. By the time I’d changed (she only helped with Elf’s AFO, my bra strap and both laces), made it back out to the living room and turned the television on, there was less than ten minutes remaining. >< *sigh*
- After I’d finished watching the last ten minutes, I was ready for lunch but no, PIG mum was more interested in gleefully forcing poor Ela to do 30+ minutes of stupid exercises for her: firstly, the dumbbell exercises Kusal had taught me then secondly, ukulele practise back-to-front. I didn’t really mind those cozi was seated and could fully concentrate; besides, it’s not like I’m actually unaware what motion Ela’s supposed to make but alas, the message gets lost going from my empty brain to Ela! Well, @ least PIG mum really gets a kick outta telling me what to do and how to do it, etc. *sigh*
- Lunch afterwards
was yummy! One can of
- Before leaving, I turned on the alarm.
- Of course, PIG mum gleefully forced me to buckle my own seatbelt all day, we listened to 97.3FM all day (today I kept count: I increased the volume by five numbers and PIG mum decreased the volume by FIFTEEN!) and today, Era helped Ela stretch for thirty minutes before Ela opened and closed her palm 150 times, holding each for a count of five. Era also helped rub Ela’s fingers for two minutes.
- PIG mum really simply cannot resist, can she? I’ve given up asking her: if the person greeting me does so specifically by name, could you please do me the courtesy of letting me reply first before barging in with your own effusive greetings? Because when you cut over and insist on responding to the greeting even when it’s not desperate, it just makes you sound desperate. XD That’s what happened this arvo~
- After using the loo once, I bid greetings to the failure popcorn light (it’s finally cold enough to turn him on – bbl!
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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