Posted by Emmanuela on November 6, 2000, at 14:16:34
In reply to Re: Chocolate Survival Strategy--PS LOL » Greg, posted by B Day on November 6, 2000, at 13:27:39
I think there is a Council Meeting which needs to take place. My WH (thanks coral) has been interferring, grossly, with this Lumptonian. I woke feeling awful, and he had the audacity to gently suggest that I go for a walk (can you imagine??) in the woods in the dappled morning sunshine, and before that, mixed up the vitamin/mineral formula we take with juice and handed it to me. Is this not cruelty?? And THEN, if all those things weren't enough, he kindly urged me, no, not even urged, he actually encouraged me to take 1/2 xanax to, in his words, .."nip it in the bud." So I went for my walk, and managed, during sobbing aloud, my body slightly bent over, to have my arms hanging down in front of me, (the official walking Lumptonian position) thinking of the utter cruelty being wrested upon me - I mean, is is not enough that I'm crying about how one morning can be fine and dandy and the next coral's cellar devils are attacking my brain. I know I can't call the Lumptonian police on my WH, because no one would answer the phone. And now my WH has the unmitigated gall to come into my office and SUGGEST (hah!) that I get outside and into the sunshine and away from the computer. I need a High Council Meeting to tell me what to do, since I, a true Lumptonian, can't figure it out for myself, or even if I could, wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
And as I write this, I'm thinking of how I could get a clone out into the sunshine, planting bulbs, and leave me the hell alone in here with my comforting Lumptonian Nation.
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