Sunday Post 281b

Heylo again and potentially one final greeting for Sunday! Firstly, Em’s potential final, final plodding total for Sunday now stands @ 2667 and secondly, the potential final, final spam count for the weekend’s now only eight. Righteo, potential final, final events for Sunday?

• I didn’t even get time to post the previous when PIG mum hurtled downstairs, gleefully and immediately forced me offline.
• Thus I had to let her gleefully FORCE L me to stand 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 horrid PIG mum gleefully FORCE L me to prepare arvo tea, like, grab the muffins from the fridge, take one out, put it into the microwave, wait for it’s reheating, fill and boil the kettle, get cup and insert teabag; argh, MORE standing practice. >, Just because standing comes as easy to her like breathing, why the heck can’t she try and appreciate how hard it’s for me to just fricking stand there?? She’s even come up with a new way to make life even harder for me than it already is: she now makes me reach up and unlock the sliding door to outside and relocking the door once I’m back inside. ><
• Even going to take a shower was an ordeal: I had to let horrid PIG mum gleefully FORCE L me walk back and forth to remove items and place other items outta the way. Hence when I showered – obviously, I washed and rinsed my own hair today, I also softly, slowly but most hatefully sang 21% of my shorter second-favourite song out aloud, opening both eyes for all the important numbers.
• I had one tinkle before I flipped the nice warm water off, then dried and rekitted myself. PIG mum seriously helped with NOTHING bar my bra strap, Elf’s AFO and both laces.
• That all done, I lifted the toilet lid, sat for one tinkle, dried inside both ears, washed and dried Era, then walked myself slowly and safely back online, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
• We’re having dinner with Aunty A @ the runcorn Tavern tonight!
• Toms: it’s Christmas Eve! Perhaps expect a pissy plodding total? I’ve finished therapies for the year, meaning thankfully there’s no blasted hydro to endure, but since Tina’s started her holidays, Kim’s gonna be minding me from like 12:30pm till 3:30pm. Fingers crossed the parents’ll lemme have lunch out with her somewhere! So hopefully bbl after finner, else wishing everyone a smashing week ahead!

Cheers,

Em. ^^