I never heard the freeloader return last night, but I’m sure it did.

These last two days my allergies have been a nightmare. I had to take an allergy pill for it earlier and it knocked me out cold for a couple of hours. Tom slept for a couple of hours, too, in the bed with me. Now he’s out doing errands. So much for screwing today, but I’m not in the mood, and if God wanted us screwing more often, we would be.

Tom mowed and I’m doing laundry.

Yes, my hips have definitely shrunk, but there’s still no real change elsewhere. This is a start, though. I really realize how important it is to burn the muscle. Meaning, to really feel it working. You want to work the muscle till it’s tired, or else you’re wasting your time. The hip exercises are the ones that burn me the most, so as Tom agrees, maybe that’s why they’re showing the most reduction. Sometimes an exercise you see someone else do doesn’t quite work for you as far as its positioning goes and you have to find your own position that works best for you. Well, I couldn’t quite get into a good enough position to get my left thigh to burn, but I could with the other one. I’ve found the best position now, so I can begin burning the left one, but for now, the other thigh’s a smidgen smaller. I’m gonna start burning my arms, although they certainly don’t need the toning that my lower body needs.

Tom’s doing just what I knew he’d do - stalling on ordering the vibrator. He says it’s cuz he now wants to look on the computer to see if there’s a better selection there. Well, why didn’t he think of this in the first place? I asked him if he’s sure he doesn’t have a problem with it (I’m sure some of it’s due to his wait-on-me obsession) and he says he has trouble remembering actions. I pointed out how he remembers things about me that no one, not even Andy, could remember if they were told a million times. He says he’s absent-minded with actions, not with me telling him stuff about me. I don’t know if this is an excuse or what.

My ma didn’t get her Mother’s Day card. So unless she’s lying to avoid giving me a reaction to the confetti I stuck in her card, that sucks. Tom agrees, though, that she did get that card.

Later…

Tom just got in and is now working on making Velvet’s cage sturdier. It wiggles and shakes his water out of his water bottle. So he’ll firm it up so I can give him back his bottle without having to worry about a flood. He’s now using a bowl to drink out of.

He got me a floor mat for my office. Now my chair can glide from desk to desk with ease.

Later…

It looks like our beautiful freeloaders went somewhere today, believe it or not. I haven’t heard one car door.

So much for potatoes cleaning me out. This was the second day I couldn’t shit.

Something was dead-set against me taking those diet shakes. I mean, something did not want me taking them. First the shakes made me sick, then the lactose did. I wonder why? It’s not the end of the world and it’s no biggie, but I still wonder why.

I asked Ma if she was fibbing about not getting the card. She swears she didn’t and will get it on Monday. Whatever.

Tom asked me how they met Yaz (Carl the baseball player’s nickname). Ma apparently did some work for Hillshire Farms. This was in the 80s. Hillshire does kielbasa, sausages, and shit like that. She said that Yaz, being Polish, was president and that’s how they met. She said she’s got an autographed picture of Yaz, her, and Dad together.

Later…

The freeloaders are in. I heard car doors (amazingly just a couple mild ones) and there are lights on in the living room. I also heard someone walking around on their back patio just now. At this hour? I hope it’s not to feed a dog that they brought in with them, but nah. It’d be barking its ass off. Anyway, no security light, so I’d say that yes, the bulb is burned out.