Thursday, 2 August 2007

Spakfilla

Complain…whinge…moan…

…“Nobody cares!” I want to scream at my in-laws during their incessant chatter…mutter…backstab…

…Rant…self-pity…grumble…

…My boss exclaims over how sick I am but stops short of sending me home…

…Whine…pout…refuse to count my blessings…

There. Now no-one will notice the lack of a proper blog post.

6 comments:

mutleythedog said...

Would you like me to massage your feet ? I have some nice scented candles and some lovely essential oils... I also soothe and placate by turns..

Lonie Polony said...

I would, 'cept I'm weird and don't really like people touching me. I just want sleep, sleep, that elusive thing I remember indulging in when I was young...

Diesel said...

I like the word "whinge."

Lonie Polony said...

I like the word 'discombobulate'.

River said...

Are you well yet? I'd hate to think that you were still miserably ill after all this time.

Lonie Polony said...

Thanks for the concern, River. Apparently now I have laryngitis, so I'm not too miserable (except for the unfortunate cough-induced vomiting last night - too much information?) although still slightly ill. But hey, it's nothing and I'll soon be in top yelling form again :)