Vanity Wars Continue
Dearest friends on the internet,
Another day has come and gone. Personally, I’m glad this vile Tuesday is soon to be a memory. It was an exasperating day.
All is well here. The woman spoke with Dr Evan about Miss Elizabeth Taylor. Today made two weeks of her being on a chemo drug. He seemed to be pleased with how things are going and wants us to keep giving her fluids and medication for another week. Then he wants to check her blood to see if there’s any improvement. As you can imagine, all I’ve heard since Dr Evan called is “ Dr Evan wants to see me! He likes me the best! I just know he wishes I could be his cat!” Gag me.
Speaking of Miss Elizabeth, her hussiness continues to increase rapidly. I think the chemo medicine is causing her to be even more of a hussy than she was before! The woman was sitting on the bed rubbing all the vile beast’s bellies. I was sitting on the pillow next to her. Elizabeth walked up and hit me on the head and let out a loud hiss. And she did all of this right in front of the woman! Such a brazen hussy! As I’ve shared before, I will not hit girls so I just walked away.
In other news, the battle for access to the bathroom vanity continues. The woman piled a ton of junk in front of the cabinet door trying to stop me from getting inside. She failed to recall that I am strong as an ox and smarter than she will ever be. Within five minutes of her leaving the room I had the door open and was cozy...I mean, settled in to begin working on my book. She had the audacity to come upstairs to fuss at me when she heard me knocking stuff out of the way so I could get in. Sooner or later she will get tired of this fight and realize that I will win no matter what.
Even though it is late, I have one more appointment before bedtime. Georgie P Puddinandpie has asked me if I will help him understand the theory of relativity. I was a little surprised because Georgie doesn’t seem like the Einstein type but I’m going to do my best to help him out.
I hope you all have a restful evening and recharge your batteries for tomorrow. And, by the way, you know what tomorrow is...it’s Wash Your Hands Wednesday! Be sure to wash your hands every chance you get to rid yourself of those vile coronavirus cooties.
Very truly yours,
Bob