I finally brought down my videos today as well as some of my Monkees memorabilia I've decided to put out. Then I went back upstairs and hung up my action figures for display. While I'm doing this, I hear my phone ring. At this point, I'm in the middle of hanging up a Gollum action figure I've already dropped three times, I figure I'll let the machine get it. Answering maching picks up and I can hear it was Mummy. No big deal. Didn't sound important. Go back to what I'm doing.
Ten minutes later, I just finish up hanging the rest and am walking downstairs when my cell phone rings in my pocket. It's Mummy. I answer it and she starts talking very fast. "Where have you been? I called you! Where are you?"
I wait for her to take a breath and tell her I've been upstairs hanging action figures.
She then proceeds to tell me that Hobbit is in the hospital. She's got bronchitis, apparently, and she's being kept over night so she can have a couple of breathing treatments.
Okay, sounds good. She's sick, that sucks. She's in hospital being taken care of, that's good. I'm being very calm about all this. I've got no bad feelings about it. Mummy is not amused.
Mummy: She's your niece! Don't you even care?
Me: Mummy, I am well aware of her relation to me. And, yes I do care. But, she's only got bronchitis. She's only going to be in hospital overnight. She's being well taken care of.
Mummy: Kiki, people DIE in the hospital.
Me: People die everywhere. Elvis died in the bathroom. I'm failing to see your logic about this.
Mummy: Aren't you worried?
Me: Not really. She's in the hospital getting treated. She'll be fine.
Mummy: You should be worried.
Me: You worry for me.
Mummy: I don't want to.
I'm not exactly surprised that Hobbit's got bronchitis. I've always thought she's breathed kinda funny. Mimzie has really bad allergies that border on asthma and Hobbit's dad DOES have asthma. So, I can't say I'm surprised.
Meanwhile, on Saturday, I'll be babysitting for the other niece who has taken to wrapping dishtowels around her waist and proclaiming she's a fairy princess.
Funny, I didn't think she knew who Elijah Wood was.
*duck rotten tomatoes*
Hey! It was there! I couldn't help but take it! My only other option was Jeff Hardy, but really, I've just run that boy into the ground.
Ten minutes later, I just finish up hanging the rest and am walking downstairs when my cell phone rings in my pocket. It's Mummy. I answer it and she starts talking very fast. "Where have you been? I called you! Where are you?"
I wait for her to take a breath and tell her I've been upstairs hanging action figures.
She then proceeds to tell me that Hobbit is in the hospital. She's got bronchitis, apparently, and she's being kept over night so she can have a couple of breathing treatments.
Okay, sounds good. She's sick, that sucks. She's in hospital being taken care of, that's good. I'm being very calm about all this. I've got no bad feelings about it. Mummy is not amused.
Mummy: She's your niece! Don't you even care?
Me: Mummy, I am well aware of her relation to me. And, yes I do care. But, she's only got bronchitis. She's only going to be in hospital overnight. She's being well taken care of.
Mummy: Kiki, people DIE in the hospital.
Me: People die everywhere. Elvis died in the bathroom. I'm failing to see your logic about this.
Mummy: Aren't you worried?
Me: Not really. She's in the hospital getting treated. She'll be fine.
Mummy: You should be worried.
Me: You worry for me.
Mummy: I don't want to.
I'm not exactly surprised that Hobbit's got bronchitis. I've always thought she's breathed kinda funny. Mimzie has really bad allergies that border on asthma and Hobbit's dad DOES have asthma. So, I can't say I'm surprised.
Meanwhile, on Saturday, I'll be babysitting for the other niece who has taken to wrapping dishtowels around her waist and proclaiming she's a fairy princess.
Funny, I didn't think she knew who Elijah Wood was.
*duck rotten tomatoes*
Hey! It was there! I couldn't help but take it! My only other option was Jeff Hardy, but really, I've just run that boy into the ground.
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Date: 2004-03-31 07:30 pm (UTC)Hahahahahahaha! Hee, that was funny!
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Date: 2004-04-02 02:56 am (UTC)I hope the little Hobbit feels better.
WL,
Missy
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Date: 2004-04-02 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-03 10:21 am (UTC)WL,
Missy