attack of the sillies
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fat cat

September 19th, 2012

The cat barged his way into the bathroom, sniffed at the scale, then sat on it. When it finished, he gave a little trill, hopped off, and sauntered out of the bathroom.
Me: “…”


September 18th, 2012

Andrew looked forlornly out the bus window on our way home. “Ooh, new craft beer…” *pouts* “Ooh, meatballs, I want meatballs…” *lower lip quibbles* “You know what? I had a taste for this on the day I went to the ER, I wanted chicken strips. I wish I could have chicken strips.”

So, we picked up a package of chicken while waiting on his prescriptions, and using only what I had in the kitchen, I whipped up sticky rice, fried chicken strips (dipped in egg and then rice flour & corn starch), homemade sweet & sour sauce (apricot jam, lemon juice, vinegar, and fresh cilantro), and we had ourselves something approaching a ‘Merika-Chinese meal. Andrew didn’t even reach for the salt & pepper, he was surprised that he liked the sauce.

muffled mrow

September 18th, 2012

I just heard the most unnatural sounds coming from the hallway. The cat tends to howl and yowl only when he’s about to blarf, or when he’s bored and complaining about it. Sure enough, I open the door to see him dragging his much-abused feather toy in his mouth to me.

vague show is vague

September 16th, 2012

Andrew: “Remember that one TV show you liked?”
Me: “No?”
Andrew: “It had those things, with the people, and you liked it?”
Me: “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Andrew: “You know, the thing! And the people! It was funny!”
Me: “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”
Andrew: “The show! With the stuff!”
Me: “…”

metal band

September 15th, 2012

Andrew: “What’s your favorite color?”
Me: *some flippant answer*
Andrew: “Fine, then, what’s your favorite stone?”
Me: “Eh, it’s all just rocks to me.”
Andrew: “… Okay…”
Me: “I’d rather have a metal band.”
Andrew: “Ah.”
Me: “Like Týr.”
Andrew: “Tear? What’s–oh. Týr. Ha, hahaha.”
Me: *laughs way too hard*

heart condition

September 13th, 2012

Andrew just burst into the room. He does this sometimes when he wants to invade my personal space with his stomach, ie he wants a hug. He threw the door open, with a panicked look on his face, holding his chest. He got to me as I looked up and took in the scene, and immediately thought, “Okay, something’s wrong, where’s the phone, what’s happening?”

And then he started singing.

I burst out crying, and then explained that I thought there was something horribly wrong with his heart, until I realized he was just trying to be silly.

Bad, bad bears.


September 12th, 2012

Funny/awful: Niece Steph was amusing herself, watching Andrew’s heart on the monitor screen out in the hallway–they had a central monitor with the ward’s patients’ hearts happily beeping away. They’d just wheeled Andrew away to get him sedated, and the procedures done, specifically the heart-zappy. His heart was doing its thing, when all of a sudden the display cut out. I’m not sure if it was flat lined or it just went blank, but Steph immediately had the horrible mental image of his heart stopping altogether, and started freaking out a little. I arrived at the hospital a short time later, to find her almost literally running around the ward flapping her arms. “They won’t tell me anything!!” she wailed. She calmed down and we heard all was well, but for a little while, well… :P

salt bomb

September 11th, 2012

(Andrew has a newly-diagnosed medical condition that requires him to limit his sodium intake.)

I asked Andrew to tell me when he wanted lunch, and then I went to lay down. Later:
Andrew: “I made lunch for myself!”
Me: :)
Andrew: “I found some ramen in the cupboard and sausage in the fridge!”
Me: :(

kamakaze yogurt

September 10th, 2012

OMG, yogurt is SUCH a drama queen. Chris went to open the fridge to grab some cheese, when the yogurt on the shelf launched itself out of the fridge, yelling, “NO, EAT ME!” and then splutted all over the floor.

bed alarm

September 10th, 2012

Pedar and his family visited Andrew yesterday. Andrew’s hospital bed featured a few buttons with a sign for visitors not to touch. So of course he armed the alarm while I was sitting on the bed, I went to stand up, and the lights started flashing and the alarm blared loudly.