...Barely tolerable, I daresay...

It's me again.  And apparently I'm being rather evil for two days in a row.....

This is that thing with no regard for other person's posessions.  Slowly but surely, my silverware/flatware/eatin stuff has been disappearing.  I'm now to the point that I have no tea spoons, 4 soup spoons, 4 forks, 3 desert forks, 3 iced tea spoons.  The rest have disappeared into my sister's room.  As a disclaimer, I am in no way organized or neat or orderly.  But...  I do have a thing for knowing where all my stuff is in the kitchen.  I know if there are plates missing and if everything is in the silverware drawer.  The silverware used to be orderly in it's little slots in the tray.  Now, the tray is empty, or mostly empty, except for the knives.  Those don't disappear.

Today, I told sister that she had to grab out all the silverware from her room or I was gonna go off.  I've been asking for weeks and weeks to do this, but it keeps being postponed.  I'm sick of waiting and I told her off again about 10 min ago to get it done.  She's been in her room since about 3PM and she came out 15 min ago with 6 cups, 8 pieces of silverware and a couple of glasses.  WTF?

Gods help me when she moves out and the crap I'm going to have to deal with in her room.  I'm sure the rest of you organized, house proud, clean and neat people out there would have a stroke/coronary/seizure/etc on seeing my house, w/out her contributions.

Sis did spray for ants today.  That was cool.  I'm managed to keep them out of my room and the kitchen, but they're still rampaging around her room.  They are also having a grand time around the trash cans and the garage.  I loaded the dishwasher 3X's and did 5 loads of laundry.  Nope, I haven't put the laundry away yet, but that's for tomorrow or later tonight.

My back is still out.  I got out my trigger point therapy workbook out and worked on some of my major points today.  Now I'm incredibly sore, but I feel like I'm moving a bit better.  Now I feel bruised instead of feeling as tight.  My arm is still being affected by the referred pain of that set of muscles.  I found a really bad trigger on my forearm near my elbow and on my foot near the base of my toes.  Ouch!!!!

I have my little dude sleeping in my lap at the moment.  He's such a sweetie.  He loves it when I wear my flannel jammies.  Normally he'd be tucked under the covers with hubby snoozing away in comfort.  But I've got the magic flannel and he's just dreaming away with his head pillowed on my L knee.

Hubby ate some bad chopped olives yest with his soup at dinner.  He's had this can with plastic on it in the fridge for days now and he decides to EAT from it????  That had him up all night in various stages of puking or pooping.  Poor guy.  I hope this teaches him something about food safety!  He went all the way to work today because he was the "opening" person and he's up for the assist mgr position.  He waited for the rest of the day shift to show up before he left.  Oh gods....  Does this mean I'm going to be the next one to fall to the dread poisoning???  Eeep!