"Honey you are going to be late for work".
"No, I'm not. I'm staying home to take care of you".
"Why? Am I that sick?".
"Go to work, I'm fine".
"No, I'm going to make sure you are ok".
"Okay, but we got shit to do".
I had to go get blood work done, go the hospital to pick up my records from the last hospital stay (for my specialist in Orlando) a week or two ago, and go to both banks. Oh and did I mention that my attending Doc at the hospital gave me new meds that make you think you aren't sick, in fact you feel pretty damn cozy. It's a mixture of belladonna and barbituates. Hence, Honey staying home. Do not attempt to drive after one of those pills, hell do not even lean down at the waist to pick something up, you will fall over onto your ass. backwards.
11:30 done. Surf the net for awhile. Decide I don't like being babysat. I'M my sister's puter to death. Tell her I'm being babysat. My wings have been clipped. She is actually probably doing work and I'm bothering her. Decide to whine to Honey.
"I'm bored and feel cooped up".
"Do you want to go get your hair done?".
**WTF?? AH HA! He can drop me there and come back and get me later, I get it.***
"I want to go walk around The Avenues (shopping)"
"I didn't stay home to take you shopping!"
"Fine, then I'll just go by myself"
"I didn't stay home..."
"Whatever, maybe I'll just go shopping anyways or take a nap".
It was a nice nap.