Good evening! Firstly, Em’s new plodding total for Tuesday now
stands @ 2040 9ha, I’m just over two grand XD) and secondly, Joni’s devotional
topic’s ‘Salvation is Of The Lord’. Anyways, continuing tonight’s events?
Breakfast finished, I walk myself slowly and safely to the
loo, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred
and not letting Him push me over. There, I do a stinky unspeakable, also fully
leaning against the side rail and finishing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel.
Remember, however the cruel and unfaithful God tries to make my day bad for me,
I won't let that affect me because my good day has NOTHING to do with Him; I'm
perfectly capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from
Him. See, my good day's dependent on my own good attitude!
- Now @
- After turning the alarm on, PIG mum tootles us off to meet Mrs. Dent for an early lunch! Of course, she gleefully forces me to buckle my own seatbelt all day; she also demands to listen to some VoiceOf China’s judge’s album all day and today, Era helps Ela stretch for thirty minutes before she opens and closes her palm 150 times, holding each for a count of five.
- Argh, I’ve TRIED ALL YEAR WITHOUT LUCK TO EAT ONE PLATE OF EGGS BENEDICT BY MYSELF. >< PIG mum was awful, restricting me to things from the menu under 2000 kJ, meaning basically there was like NOTHING I could eat! >< On the bright side, she did lemme drink a choc thickshake; yay for that!
- Lunch over, PIG mum and I walk the length of Underwood Marketplace, coz we both need to relieve ourselves. Only when I pulled the bathroom door open, who was there but Santa! “Hi, Santa!” I said, stepping out. “May I please have a hug? I promise I’ve been very good this year!” Santa goes “Ho ho ho, of course!” Then gives me a big hug! When mother and I walk back to the 4WD, I ask her why would Santa be using the disabled toilets because surely management isn’t gonna hire a disabled Santa? PIG mum replies it’s because Santa was prolly too bulky wearing all his Santa gear to squeeze into a regular cubicle. Ah, of course.
- PIG mum then tootles me off to see Aunty Ann fopr a comfy massage. Lol, as we were approaching their front door, Aunty Ann hears us; she walks to the front door and unlocks it, calling, “Hello, Ah Em!” I’ve tried asking mother before, “Mother, if someone addresses me first by name, could you please do me the courtesy and allow me to reply the greeting before butting in with your own? Rushing in with your own greeting when you’re not even being addressed just makes you sound desperate.” But she can’t! once PIG mum hears Aunty Ann greeting me personally, she simply can’t resist and butt in immediately, responding back, “Hello, Ann!’ before I’ve even opened my mouth! I really cringe inwardly for her, because it just makes her sound desperate. But I’ve explained and apologised to Aunty Ann on PIG mum’s behalf and she fully understands, cool~
- Massage over, I use the loo for one tinkle, sit for a cup of water and pass Aunty Ann the Christmas card I’ve written for her and Uncle Tai, before PIG mum tootles me home.
- Back home, I walk 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.
- Thanks to PIG mum who lets Carol inside when she arrives, thus saving me a potentially disastrous trip to the front door.
- Carol helps me decorate my Christmas tree! :D
Cheers,
Em. ^^
P.S. Tee hee, I've already managed FIVE posts, and it's not Wednesday till toms! XD
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