I continue to recover from my hysterectomy and have been putting off posting because how many times can I post about what I have watched on Netflix? Last night I tried to watch 50 First Dates because I adore Drew Barrymore. It has never been on my watch list because as much as I love Drew I despise Adam Sandler. Pray tell, why is he so popular? He is neither talented or good looking. Anyway, I gave it a go. Seven minutes in I wanted to scratch my eyes out. But, Drew Barrymore! (I think I have a girl crush.) I kept watching but finally my dislike for Adam Sandler grew too immense and I turned it off after 50 minutes. My review. Don’t waste 50 minutes watching 50 First Dates.
Yesterday was my (step) dad’s birthday and we were all going to meet at my sister’s today for his birthday but he is sick. My dad is one of those people that never gets sick and when he does he isn’t really sick so for him to cancel he is really sick. In fact, I don’t remember him canceling anything ever before today because he doesn’t feel well. Now that my mom is gone and no longer there to nag him I have taken up the mantle of nagging. When we talked on the phone this morning I ordered him to the drop in clinic. Right now I am waiting for him to call me back and I will send you a defunct Canadian penny (you pay for the postage) if he doesn’t come back with antibiotics. He may also need a inhalers and prednisone but I won’t be betting any pennies on that.
My husband left for the airport this morning to go to Calgary. Originally I was supposed to go with him but I am not well enough yet. He is going to a concert. Judas Priest? AC/DC? Black Sabbath? Ozzy Osborne? I don’t know. I was going to go to Calgary but not the concert. OK, it was bugging me so I looked it up. It is Black Sabbath. If you want to know the type of person I am think everything you know about Black Sabbath. Now think the opposite. Now you have me. After I dropped my husband at the airport I stopped at Tim Horton’s and got myself a coffee. Cue the Hallelujah Chorus. It has been ages (about 6 days) since I had a Tim Horton’s coffee. Oh, Tim! Oh, coffee as it should be!
Norbert was having one of his silly 5 minutes, tearing around the house at a great speed. Now he is on the end of my bed sitting in front of the heater. He is exhausted, poor baby.
Well, it is time to be somewhat productive. The dishwasher needs to be unloaded.
Addendum – I was right about my dad on all points. He needs antibiotics, inhalers and the prednisone. Just call me Dr. Birdie.