Who's your bitch?

I am back. I could not post on Friday. Ran into a bit of an emergency. Mother in law (MIL) took a bit of a turn. I had to pick up the Lad from school, so my day was cut short. MIL is okay but they have gone to make her comfortable. That is palliative care. She has all the pain meds she needs and is not in any pain. Sleeping the time away, but not in pain.

Dinner at the Outlaws on Friday was a real treat. MIL sleeping in bed, pre-morphine drip. Father in law (FIL) tries to put his uneaten chicken on my plate. Chicken on his fork, which as I think about it, was in his mouth. Ewwwww! Fuck that!!

Anyway, he turns his germy chicken fork with the piece of bird he wants to unload, towards my plate. I look him square in the eye and say, "Don't you dare! You have been told to leave it on your plate, so put it back on your plate." He backs off so quickly. It was beautiful. He would eventually put it on my brother in law's plate. I do not care about that. I am not his bitch! His son is obviously his bitch.

I will not hold his piss bucket. I am not his bitch. I held my dad's piss bucket, did it well, actually. I was his bitch. I am not my FIL's bitch. His son is his bitch and I will not stop that.

Happy thoughts and ciao!