Can you come play nurse for me? Wuffy is grouchy already, and it's the first day of my surgery.
He's talking fish bait, and coyote/wolf lure.
I'm not liking his train of thought here. I liked his post office and band office ideas from last illness much better. I haven't even made any real demands yet. Oh and it would help if you could read me a bed time story or 6. Make me some warm milk, rub my sore back, and bring some good drugs. The freezing is coming out right now, and I seriously want to go back and smack the crap outta that sawed off runt of a doctor. The nerve of him not giving me any good drugs for pain.


