Tuesday, March 6, 2007

orange juice and dry toast, part deux.

the sexy one was so right. And now I feel her pain.

Y'see, I am sick. I think it’s a sinus infection. And I am not a happy camper. As a fair-skinned gal if I blow my nose like twice my face is as red as a coke can. And when my nose is screwy I'm a perpetual nose-blower. I can use ultra-lotioned-soft-as-a-baby’s-behind tissues and I still turn red. And then my nose chaps. And I get grumpy. And needy. I try to be positive and polite and I usually succeed, but all I really want is someone to bring me hot liquids and food, change the dvds and take care of me.

Yes, I admit it, sometimes I want to be taken care of.

It’s kind of a big deal for a smart, single, independent and competent woman to admit that—or at least it is for this one. Don’t get me wrong—I’m all about being a part of a team, but there’s something about not being able to be self-reliant any time I want that really gets under my skin. And even more disconcerting is when I want to not be self-reliant. It’s confusing and conflicting. And it makes me want to go home, crawl into my bed and go to sleep, knowing full well that any of my wants and needs will be taken care of.

Oooh, I know! Maybe I should teach my cats how to make me tea. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Either that or I need to develop powers of telekinesis. One or the other. ;)


1 comment:

Brainyblonde said...

hahahaha! Im sorry you're sicky! I actually had the whole "self sufficiency talk" yesterday.. maybe I shall blog about that..