Paintings, colds and how to embaress the boyfriend

I am working on an epitaph at the moment, such is the feeling of utter shite. I have managed to avoid the cold for the last week whilst the kid covered everything in snot. The minute she starts to get better, what lands on me.

Lots of sneezing, red noses and aches. Bring it on is all I have to say. Weekend was eventful enough. Rugby on the Saturday, we beat the Scots so its heading for the Triple Crown next weekend. And against England. On paddies weekend. Its going to be a mad one. The kid proclaimed there to be no food in the house on Friday night. For no food read no twixes or crisps. I got her a guitar mag and munchies on the way home, this kept her happy for about 15 minutes. We went grocery shopping on the Saturday morning, she was much happier then. She was out sick from school all week so she's very clingy when we get in from work. Me being a huge fan of clinginess obviously I was delighted.
Saturday, we met Mammy2's parents and watched the match with them and her sisters. A family affair. The budvar was flowing and I was not a well bunny come Sunday. Loads of work to do and family time to be had seeing as I spent most of last week working. I crawled from the bed onto the pc and spent some time catching up on what was going on in the kids life. She was being peeved at the boyf over something he'd either done or forgotten to do or perhaps it was the gf of the lead guitarist pissing her off, who knows with this one.

As it happens, Sunday was not the quiet day we had planned, phone call from the mate R, she sounded a bit off. Showered and dressed and I was up town to meet her and feed her alcohol and listen to her rant about men being scumbags. I could have told her this all along, but I felt it was important not to look like a man-hating lesbian. We get a lot of bad press. She came back for dinner which Mammy2 had bravely cooked. Potatoes no less. I say bravely, because whilst I am picky about my potatoes I am not as bad as the kid who eyes them up and down, sticks the fork in them a number of times , drowns them with gravy and then proclaims that they are schmexy. Or not. The kid was back in school and back to giving out about school. She is still working on the painting. It looks great but lordy bless there'll be moss growing on it. 2 weeks in and we're still not finished.
I left work early yesterday as I was not feeling well and she falls in the door at 4.45, proclaiming she's so tired. But happy. She has a half day tomorrow and is off on Thursday. Straight into the room, clothes being flung everywhere and 10 minutes later she's back into the living room and heading down to pick up the boyf from the bus stop. He gets to hang out more now that he's earning a wage.

They had obviously worked through their issues as the previous night she was calling him every name under the sun because he had to work Paddies day and he had told her he was going to hang with her. She was not impressed. He's a brave man. They went to the shops , got chocolate and a dvd and she was a happy camper. I then proceeded to embaress them by wanting to take a picture of the two of them. I think he was a bit embaressed but because he's terrifed of me, he agreed. They are quite cute together.

I had an early night after embaressing the two of them but couldn't sleep. I was re-designing angrpypotato.net in my head and doing loads of other work.I find it really easy to swtich off.
Suddenly I hear this quiet tapping on the door. I open it to reveal 3 ovaries standing there , looking sheepish and in full nuns habits. They obviously took my giving out about them to heart. They were returning from a prayer meeting and were wondering if the donor was about. They are as sublte was a brick to the face. I informed them our donor was busy this month and so couldn't make it up to Dublin. There were a few glares thrown from one to the other. I also asked them why they were dressed in full habits, as nuns don't wear the full regalia any more. More rolling of the eyes. Supposedly, they wanted to show me that they'd seen the error of their ways and were now going to be good ovaries. No more drinking until all hours and not resting themselves. From now on, it was prayer meetings and green tea. As one of them said this, she raised her hand to bless herself and there was a clatter from her sleeves. An empty Jack Daniels bottle fell onto the ground and rolled across the floor until it reached my slipper. I doubt their 'change'.