I’ve been out in the yard in the 90 degree heat and I wrenched my lower back. I come inside, tell TCG that I’m going to take the tomatoes out of the oven, turn it up, make a complicated meatloaf recipe, and then take a shower. So I do all but the last step. The kitchen is as hot as outside, but smells delicious. So, then I repor to TCG again, because if I don’t check in every hour or so he worries that I’m getting too much quality time with me and insists I listen to him ignore me….
UCC: Meatloaf in oven. Heading into take a show-
TCG: Come here and let me take your blood pressure. I’ve figured this new cuff out.
WISIMN: Yup. He’s on send. No point in trying to send a message about how hot and tired I am and how much I need that shower.
He puts on the cuff, explaining that the machine will do shit that takes a long time.
TCG: So, it does three measurements and then displays the average. Takes about 5 minutes. Have you done it that way?
UCC: No. But I’m not supposed to ta-
TCG: Blah blah? Repeated several times and ending in an interrogatory.
UCC: Talk later, not during measurement.
Fucker kept it up the entire 5 minutes, which did things to the final reading that made it high.
I hear DOB’s microwave when I step into the shower. I take long showers. It’s still humming. I know what this means: the dreaded discombobulation about setting the clock and setting a cooking time.
UCC: (Trying not to show my degree of pissed off and save face) I can hear a buzz in by the bathroom, can you find it?
TCG: Walking back and nodding.
Time passes. Lots of time. Setting the clock on the microwave is a 3-step process a monkey could learn. DOB can’t learn.
This morning. Same story.
TCG: I have to make some signs for DOB
UCC: Meaning, I have to get off the computer?
TCG: When you can.
WISIMH: She can only break instructions into tiny pieces and can’t sew them together again. Even if you write it on a sign with letters three inches tall. And think! We’re off to our weekly sushi/too much alcohol lunch. All three of us. In
and for salvation for my potential victims.