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Frostbite is the Sign of a Dutiful Child
Dec. 7th, 2009 03:26 pmSomeday I will stop regaling you, dear readers with my myriad physical complaints, but today I have a broken foot, and it’s green. At least I don’t have to lug my books around campus on crutches...
As I had to withdraw...
Because I’m sick...
Oh well, I’ll be back next semester, and until then, I’m burning through Netflix’s library and the recommendation list I have been granted in the comments of my recent post on disability and fandom (Thank you all!).
As it turns out, I broke my foot just in time to not quite miss having to help clean out our freezer, damn stupid luck.
My family functions on a seniority system, and Grammy had already had it up to here with the freezer, and so while we were trying to figure out what we wanted to keep, she had me picking through all of the mystery items to see what they were. I was less than enthused. She stopped at the first item, though, my horrible luck conquered her objections.
GRAMMY: I need you to see what’s inside this.
FISH: ...
MYSTERY BAG: *Leers sinisterly* How ya doin’?
FISH: Um, no, you.
GRAMMY: It’s your parents’ freezer.
FISH: You, daughter, responsible, for Mom.
As far as I’m concerned, that’s a lot to be responsible for.
GRAMMY: Overruled.
MYSTERY BAG: What, are you scared?
FISH: *Snatches mystery bag* No!
GRAMMY: *Stares*
FISH: *Eats own tongue*
GRAMMY: *Leans over to find granddaughter clutching pet bird that died a year ago and who we obviously never buried*
Seriously. My mom laughed at me.
I got to feel like a little kid again in the best way, as I was completely useless as kitchen help on Thanksgiving, not even casted yet, and therefore got to sit in front of the television and watch the parade and the dog show. And I got to sit at the head of the table so I could rest my foot on an ottoman, which Yo-yo commandeered as his own.
As I had to withdraw...
Because I’m sick...
Oh well, I’ll be back next semester, and until then, I’m burning through Netflix’s library and the recommendation list I have been granted in the comments of my recent post on disability and fandom (Thank you all!).
As it turns out, I broke my foot just in time to not quite miss having to help clean out our freezer, damn stupid luck.
My family functions on a seniority system, and Grammy had already had it up to here with the freezer, and so while we were trying to figure out what we wanted to keep, she had me picking through all of the mystery items to see what they were. I was less than enthused. She stopped at the first item, though, my horrible luck conquered her objections.
GRAMMY: I need you to see what’s inside this.
FISH: ...
MYSTERY BAG: *Leers sinisterly* How ya doin’?
FISH: Um, no, you.
GRAMMY: It’s your parents’ freezer.
FISH: You, daughter, responsible, for Mom.
As far as I’m concerned, that’s a lot to be responsible for.
GRAMMY: Overruled.
MYSTERY BAG: What, are you scared?
FISH: *Snatches mystery bag* No!
GRAMMY: *Stares*
FISH: *Eats own tongue*
GRAMMY: *Leans over to find granddaughter clutching pet bird that died a year ago and who we obviously never buried*
Seriously. My mom laughed at me.
I got to feel like a little kid again in the best way, as I was completely useless as kitchen help on Thanksgiving, not even casted yet, and therefore got to sit in front of the television and watch the parade and the dog show. And I got to sit at the head of the table so I could rest my foot on an ottoman, which Yo-yo commandeered as his own.
