For the past two days I've been battling gastroenteritis...perched prettily, if some odorously, on the porcelain much of the time. I've had only one spate of barfing, thank God, so that's a plus.
I think I contracted it from someone who attended the same Christmas party as I, 'cause at least three other attendees are in similar shape.
Ash(leigh) is keeping me on a Gatorade regimen and I'm grateful for her attention and loving care, despite her little cries of "Ewwwwwww!" and "Peeyeeeeew!" when I make yet another dash for the WC. She thinks she's funny, y'see.
The good news (re the hated task) is that I had been drafted to drive someone around to do some last-minute Christmas shopping and NOW I don't have to.Yayyyyy!
Seems the mother of a friend and boss of mine, said friend/boss being out of town, called and said "Oh Dear! Algernon is out of town and I do SO want to make a few more purchases and I don't like to drive in traffic. WhatEVER shall I do?", to which I chirped "Take a cab?" Well, that went over like the Hindenburg and she IS the mother of one of our law partners (the aforementioned Algie. That's an alias.) sooooo.
Well, ennyweigh, Barry T. Eunuch is house-guesting and he's assumed the task. I should have mentioned to him that it takes big balls (or ovaries, depending on gender,) to drive around San Antonio during The Season. Well, too late now.
Of course, he tried to add a condition; He wanted to drive the old bat around in that Mangusta I'm car-sitting for a chum...Fuggitaboutit! He also wanted clearance to make a stop, post-shopping, at one of the local gay bars, just to show it off...the car, not his adorable little peepee...I think. All I need is for him to have a few and get frisky while driving a Mangusta. As it is, he gets the use of the Suburban and a sincere thanks.
On the "other" down side, while I'm certain I'll be functional for THE BIG DAY, I may not feel up to hunting the first three days post-Christmas Day and that worries me. You see, each year some fatwallet friends of the bosses come to SA on the 26th and for the last four years I've been guiding them on deer and quail hunts and seeing that they are fed and don't shoot each other.
They've specified that Yoli was to be the Mistress Of The Hunt each year since I subbed for the usual dude. Of course, at least one of them will decide that this is the year I'll succumb to his charms and...well...you know. And, as usual, I'll find a way out of it. Tears work well, as do feigned phone calls to "the doctor's office" to see if my test for gonorrhea came back,:D
The loss here is measured in bux, since they've always "tipped" me MOST generously, last year's haul amounting to 2K. Wow! Well, I cook, guide, treat for hangover, and keep a fresh deck on the kitchen/card table at all times, so well as making sure the cabin is stocked with all the niceties. Also, I'm always "kewl" and polite when one of them brings his "Personal Assistant" along. Further, I make certain they all "get a deer", meaning I often shoot one (and gut it,) for someone 'cause he's too drunk or hung over to be allowed near a rifle or his personal assistant is assisting him
There five bedrooms in the "cabin". My room's the one with the lock on the door and I have my own shower and potty too. There's also a bunkhouse, right out of the western movies ('cept for indoor plumbing,) that sleeps eight.
Maybe I'll reconstitute in time...hope so. Besides, I have been issued a "Burn Notice" regarding the wild hogs and I DO love to shoot the naughty piggies, so long as I don't break a nail or something.
Well, back to the potty...NOW!
Love to all, and to all a good morning.
Yoli
The little sick girl in San Antonio
