The cookie sheet has been removed from the counter! This morning it was in the sink, with some cleanser rubbed into the burned up corner.
UCC: So, I see you're still trying to revive the Calculon coookie sheet. I thought it was dead, and I was going to take it outside to use on my potting table.
TCG: Yeah, do that. I can't get it clean.
WISIMH: Yet moving it from the counter adjacent to the sink into the sink was all you had the energy to do. The idea of actually taking it out to the trash or otherwise disposing of it would require initiative. And you've got the initiative of a tube of toothpaste.
In other news, I went into DOB's room to get her laundry. She's still sick in bed going into her second week with flu.
UCC: How are you doing today?
DOB: Blah blah, blah, still sick, blah blah.
UCC: It's already over 90, you should close the window and turn on your air conditioner.
DOB: I turned the heat on (in the faux fireplace) because it was cold earlier.
WISIMH: You did what you demented sow? It's going to get over 100 today AGAIN! If you can't close your window, at least don't run the freaking heat!
UCC: Well, it's going to get over 100 today again, so perhaps I could turn it off for you?
DOB: Well, I turned it on because it was cold earlier.
WISIMH: Which is as relevant as, say, telling me your dog is a good boy. BTW, did you notice he has more open sores on his legs, and don't tell me the other ones are healed, because there is always another new sore.