I went to the Doctor.. she gave me a couple different steroids and an antibiotic. Within 24 hours I was a new woman. I hate to take stuff, but breathing is so worth it!
SO, I was going to go visit my Dad this weekend, but my parents didn't want me to come up alone. Geez, I'm not 12. Do you know how many times I have made that trip? Maybe if they would move into the house they purchased here it wouldn't be such a problem. But hey... why would they want to do that. I mean, it is only their only living child and grandkids that they can freely see and want to be around them who live here.
So when I was planning on coming up, I called around trying to find someone who would want to go with me, that way I wouldn't have to drug the kids before we left. Nobody could go. Of course. Who the hell wants to go to Farmington?? It is like torture with extra dirt and weeds. But anyway, everyone made their excuses, fine... I didn't expect anyone to want to go anyway. The strange thing... a couple of my aunts drove up there today and guess what... I WASN"T INVITED. I swear. Give me some prozac because I am going to loose it. If you don't want to go with me fine, but don't say you can't go and then go anyway. I HATE dishonest people. I get in trouble quite a bit for telling people the truth, but at least I am reliable. So, I spent an hour unpacking my bags today. Joy. It was like 2 extra loads of laundry.
So, if anyone else is planning on going to visit my Dad, could you kindly either let me know and let me tag along, or let me know and tell me you don't want me to come. Because, I guarantee I miss him more than you will ever know. Oh, and say hello to the dirt.
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I still want to go, I just need to know when. And I don't want your kids drugged. I'll just make faces at them the whole time. Clark on the other hand, if he were to come I would want him drugged and placed soundly in a box in the back. Hahah. Just kidding... kind of. Poor Clarky.
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