Functionally ReTodded

Well that depends on whom you ask.

If you ask me, I’ll tell you it’s the mindless twit following me thru BJ’s today kicking his cart’s under basket thingy with every single fucking step throughout the entire store.

If you ask anyone else at BJ’s, they’d tell you that the real dumbass was the dumbass that left a case of Bud Select bottles on the bottom basket thingy of his cart as he deposited it into the cart return and headed back to his office.

Who was that, you might wonder?

Me. That’s who.

Stupid farktard that I am.

Oh, I went back and did find it. The other wandering idiots had missed a case of beer sitting in the bottom of a cart right by the front door of the store.

: )

Besides sleep!

Yesterday, despite looking for every excuse imagineable to get out of working out, I did it anyway. I did 4.2 miles and felt great during and afterwards for the first time in a while. I have taken to wearing five pound wrist weights and doing punches and shoulder rolls and wide arcs and stuff just trying to increase the flexibility in my chest. There’s still a spot from where they harvested the artery that hurts like shit after I work out, and I think it’s because I haven’t focused on it enough.

Anyway, we (and by that I mean GBD) finally got every load of laundry washed, dried, folded and put away. I think it was close to 20 loads. How absurd is that? I mean, people shouldn’t have 20 loads worth of clothes period, but 20 loads of dirty clothes is beyond the pale.

So after doing some photo uploads to flickr.com, I showered and settled in for a little Rockstar: (non) Supernova. I can’t even discuss how bad this is right now. I will get into that another time.

For the third night in a row, the itches came. Not like the last two nights, but it was still there, so I took two Benadryl and hoped for blissful slumber.

How wrong I was.

On my way down to get said Benadryl, I bumped into 1Doh leaving her room after ending her streak of going one night in a row without wetting her bed. She’s just switched to sleeping in underpants and no pull up, and she’s not doing badly. Besides, 10:30pm is WAY better than 3am for that stuff.

But I got to change the pee-proof sheets (hush Budgyrl), start a load of wash, re-make the bed and find some acceptable pj’s and underpants. Oh, and she wanted water. Man, I hate the battle of “no, you better not have water, lest ye pee agai.”

2Doh woke up to eat around 11:30 and hit the rack again around midnight. Then she got up at 4:30am or so for some ibuprofen and some snuggling, after which I put her back to bed and slept another 40 minutes.

Sometimes it feels good to get some work where I can get some real rest.