No results yet! Martha got her results and thank goodness they were negative. I'm sure mine will be coming along soon. We were tested at different sites. Remember her site hunted for her G-spot whereas mine went so far up my nose it tickled my tonsils then they slapped my ass and sent me on my way to be happily quarantined so I'm sure that has some effect on the delay in getting my results. I feel fine, but waiting to be told that I'm fine is difficult. I've been staying busy with outside projects mostly. The other day I put fire ant bait out because the fire ants are trying to take over my yard and one of my little dogs keeps getting bit by them. If you never have had the pleasure of meeting a fire ant, you're lucky. They're truly miserable little creatures and the bait didn't seem to work, so today I dumped some gasoline on them...take that you little bastards! Bite my baby again and I'll light a match next time and set the whole yard on fire. ooops! I hate when that happens!
Today, I got a little sidetracked with talking and chatting and texting with old friends. I think that type of interaction is more important than me getting out in my backyard and cutting down a tree or planting something here and there. The first person I interacted with was an old blogging buddy from my days back when MSN Spaces first opened their doors in 2004. We chatted for quite awhile and it was good catching up with her. I was glad to find out that she's still writing and that she's doing well. My second friend I chatted with was an old neighborhood friend from back in the day when Mildred was but a twig on the tree of life. Again, we caught up and all is well on the home front. The last person I started texting with was an old friend from my Kinsman Hall days... good old "Doctor Detroit". He lives next-door to the virulent cesspool known as New York. I just wanted to make sure he was okay and I ended up talking to him for hours and hours and hours. And yes, we talked about important stuff like partridges in pear trees and child birth and conspiracy theories.
In between chats and conversations and texts I managed to drop a tree. Imagine that! When I got a good look at the wall behind the tree it screamed PAINT A MURAL ON ME! So, I decided to paint a mural on that wall. Now, all I have to do is decide what to paint. I believe it HAS to be something to do with a partridge in a pear tree, but that's always subject to change. I'll mull it over and post a picture of the finished product in a decade or two. Right now, I'm going to bed. I'm really tired. I was really tired last night, also. In fact, I went to bed around 9 and I never do that. I must be getting old or something. I guess it happens to the best of us.
What's with all the friggin' hoarding? I can understand that people are freaked out
over the coronavirus, but come on, be considerate of one another. We all have to wipe our asses, right? We all have
to eat, right? And in my case, where I'm
a diabetic, I have to test my blood sugar. And because I have to test my blood sugar, I have
to use alcohol swabs. But guess what I can't find anywhere? Okay, I can make do
without them. I'll just wash my hands before testing with hot, soapy water. No
big deal. But it irks me that I have to
make do without them because people have needlessly stockpiled alcohol swabs
and have caused a shortage. Although I guess I'm rather used to that sort of
thing because I live in Florida and during hurricane season people lose their
mind every year. Try buying a loaf of bread, a battery, a bottle of water, a
generator or anything else if a storm is anywhere near Florida. But as Trumplethinskin, our fearless and quite
sagely leader says this too shall pass, but only when it when it gets hot
outside, remember? Heat is supposed to kill the virus according to Trump. Just where does he get his info? FOX News? Wait! It is hot! It was 80 degrees here today! Sigh...a HUGE sigh and I'll be so glad when
November passes. Please tell me that HUGE overgrown orange pompous boobette will be living
somewhere other than in Washington DC after next January....PLEASE! Oh no! That’s
right! He moved his official residence to fucking Florida! He doesn’t live in New York anymore. I’m
going to cry. People that’s not funny on any level. So stop laughing! I can
hear you snickering over there in the corner. I see you! Mildred sees EVERYTHING!
Now, for the big news of the day. Old Mildred got tested for
coronavirus early this morning and while it wasn't on my bucket list of things
to do, I did it because I have a 92-year-old mother living under the same roof
as I do and well you see, Martha and I got exposed to the nasty "HOAX" Chinese virus
somewhere in our travels and the Health Department tracked Martha down to let
her know. That was so kind of them to do and that was so snarky of me to say :)
Anyway, the nasal swab didn't bother me too much even though it felt like they
were probing for lost brain cells from my misspent youth. Martha claimed she cried when they swabbed
her and she couldn't see immediately afterwards. They must have hit her G-spot.
So, everyone living under both roofs are officially
QUARANTINED until we get our results in 4 or 5 days. It sucks to be us!
