Tuesday night Ms. Iris, Tammy and I went to Bana�s wake. I sent Jackie up to Romy�s for an hour because I felt like she didn�t need to go.
The funeral home was a really nice one. We walked in quietly and the first person we saw was little Paige. I don�t think Paige really comprehends her mother�s death because she was running around with her cousins. Kids are pretty resilient, I guess.
I went up to the casket a few times. Morbid curiosity, maybe.
Bana looked like an angel, a long-haired blonde snow white, which is weird because she, in life, was a hellraiser. The only makeup she had on was rosy pink lipstick. Bana didn�t wear rosy pink lipstick. She wore beige, or red, or plum. Not pink.
Rene� held my hand as I looked her over. I said, �If Bana could say anything it would be �Where�s my eyeliner?� which gave me an opportunity to release my nervous laughter. Rene� wordlessly squeezed my hand.
It was particularly sad when I later went up to the casket to pay my respects one last time and there was a little note that said �To Mommy from Paige�. Oh, I really cried about that. I thought about Jackie. I remembered when my mom died. No kid should ever have to write a letter to his or her dead mom.
I had to: it sucked.
After we got home from the wake, I felt particularly wiped out but chalked that up to the emotional nature of the evening.
Little did I know.
I�m back today after suffering immensely with strep throat the last 2 days. Yick. Wednesday morn my daughter and I woke up after a particularly sleepless and restless night. She suffering of some breathing difficulty, me feeling like my throat was swollen to 3 times its normal size.
I decide my chile cannot suffer another day, especially through school. I call work and croak to my boss that my child is sick and I might have strep. Boss is nice about it.
I take Jackie to Medstop, concerned because she is breathing shallowly, and her inhaler was not helping. They open at 8, and we are the first patients.
Jackie got a breathing treatment; I got a culture done of my throat.
�She has inflamed lungs, you have strep.� Crap.
Yay yippee. I dread antibiotics. Antibiotics always help bring on fiery underpants. Fiery underpants happen because the temp in your oven reaches well over 100 degrees. I�m baking bread. I know I will have to deal with fiery underpants in just a few short days. I will have to call my doctor and ask for a prescription for Diflucan.
I know this subject is coming up a lot but I found out yesterday that our dog has a penchant for underwear. Clean or dirty, boyfriend doesn�t discriminate.
I got in the shower and washed up all the important spots. When I got out, I put my bra on. Then, I went to put my underwear on and they were missing. I had put my clean clothes on the toilet and I distinctly remember putting my clean underwear on the toilet lid with my bra, shirt, pants and socks.
The door to the bathroom was ajar. Oh, yeah, the dog had been in the bathroom when I was taking a shower. It�s either him or Jackie in the bathroom with me. My underwear I had dropped on the floor was missing too.
�Jackie, could you please see if the dog has my underwear?�
�Okay Mom!�
I heard Jackie talking to the dog. Then I heard some low growling.
�Mom, he won�t give them back!�
Oh, for Criminy! I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door to the bathroom.
There was my sweet little poopy, gnawing on my underwear. �Give them to me, Toby� and I tried to get them away from him. More growling.
�Jackie, go get his bone.� Jackie ran in to the living room and grabbed his rawhide.
�Lookie, I got your bone� At first, Toby wasn�t having it. He was too busy ripping my granny panties to shreds.
I threw the bone. He dropped my panties like hotcakes and ran after the bone. He�d been sitting on the dirty underwear and gnawing on the clean ones. Disgusting dog.
My clean undies were wet with dog saliva, so I had to throw both pairs into the dirty clothes.
After I was dressed Jackie ran into the living room chasing the dog. He was now chewing on a pair of her drawers. To get him back, Jackie reached down and pulled the underwear up over his nose and ears. We laughed until we cried.
Today I get the results of the DNA review. It�s about time. Lisa and Rene� are coming with me, God bless �em.
09:34 - Friday, Feb. 20, 2004
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