which_chick | (no subject)

Man, once I get out of the habit of writing things in here, it's a bitch to get back in the habit -- but since there is an adoring public, or something that could pass for same in poor lighting, I will press on. Grandma visits resumed this evening -- they'd been foregone on the grounds that if the virus could make thirty-six year old me feel like complete and utter shit, it would probably lay low the grandma. I didn't read because my voice is still kind of froggy but I did knit and watch Jeopardy and so forth like that. I also took grandma some of her daffodils. Grandma likes daffodils a whole lot and we don't ever buy her the shitty ones in February to support whatever thing it is that sells them @ ten for five dollars. That's just highway fucking robbery. There is no way we are paying five dollars for ten shitty-looking daffodils. However, come the actual season for daffodils, when they're blooming in a (free!) happy bolden yellow mass of springtime profusion, I figure she should have as many daffodils as anyone could reasonably want -- enough to make the sun shine indoors. So, I cut her an assload* of daffodils on my way in this evening. She was pleased to have them.

*I know that the enquiring minds among you are now considering what an assload is and how many daffodils it might contain. For you intrepidly literal-minded sorts, I offer the following helpful hint: goatse