Shades of blah

So my sister, dad, and I have been passing this crud around for three weeks. My sister, the hardest hit of us, has her tonsils hitting her uvula. We finally convince her to go to the dreaded doctor. We get to my Dr (hers is booked) and find out ...She has mono. But she had that 5 years ago she said...umm..Weirdo. Her, not the Dr. So he gives her some lidocane to numb the tonsils.ooo good stuff. So we go home,and she plops herself in front of the puter, where she starts reading peoples blogs. She lands on one about cock rings. I never knew she could talk to me about that stuff. We had fun. We were talking about gay roosters eventually...Believe me, if I could remember it (huge migraine right now) I would post it. Needless to say, we both couldn't breathe after that blog. It was right up there with my dad and his girlfriend, and me on goofy meds. He needed his back popped, she offered to help.
"Why don't you just lay down and let me do it?"

"no dammit I am fine" (which went on for 5 mins or so) then...

"just lay down so I can sit on you and pop your thingy"

thats when I started giggling uncontrollably. She caught on first thing

"OMG beck! ahhahahhahah.. I didn't even get that one...."

and im thinkin... He hasn't yet either....Ahem...

about that time, dad is leaning over the counter red faced and trying not to laugh audibly...hes shaking so hard i can see it across the room.

ten years ago, I would have been sent to my room for that...Its amazing what a divorce will do for the ego....He is much more laid back.

I made my exit...Giggling still... While my sister turned shades of green and exclaimed "I cant believe it...ohhh I am going to be sick with that visual"

for those that don't know... I don't cuss, nor say evil things like that for the most part... I just think them....Be glad I don't post most of them... yet

so I went to my room to sleep 30 of the next 36 hrs, and let my cat use me for his personal cat bed. he had the audacity to picker my elbow when it wasnt out far enough past the pillow for him to lay on... then he has to picker my forarm to "arrange" my arm to conform to his standards. flops down on my arm.... then tucks his head under at a cockeyed angle on my pillow.... and puts my arm to sleep while he snores. he has this knack for doing it just as i am getting up to make a potty run. he is the devil's own....thats scared of dwarf hamsters out of the cage....long story.