The slave is profoundly irritable for the last few days. It seems to be a two-fold issue: one, incessant itching to which he swears is not ascribed to an infestation of fleas; and two some form of debilitating pain which makes him grunt and say ouch a lot when he bends.
For some reason he has seen fit to change his sheets again this week... claiming that its to fight the poison ivy. I can tell you this though... I was up on that bed the whole time and didn't see a trace of a plant anywhere. Where the heck does this slave see ivy at?
The bed was without covers for about two hours whilst the slave pushed them through the water and wind boxes. I positioned myself at the top of the stairs and patiently awaited his imminent return... for I had plans to bring him out of his sour mood.
The moment he appeared in the room, I ran and threw myself on the mattress, sprawling across the bed for as much coverage as possible, all the while glaring at the slave, daring him to move me. Naturally he had to put the sheets down, pick me up, put me in a chair and go back to the sheets to make the bed... giving me ample time to jump down and right back to my previous position sprawled across the bed. This dance continued for about three attempts til the slave lost all humor and just tried to entomb me in the bed by putting the covers over me. Sour puss.
Posted by Sierra at June 14, 2005 07:07 AM