I don’t know what is blooming or what tree pollen has just been released in the air, but my allergies have taken off like you wouldn’t believe. I feel as though I could walk around with a tissue stuck up my nose full-time, just to prevent an untimely accident. It’s terrible!
I told M last night that I was going to carry around two different signs. One is going to say “It wasn’t me, I didn’t do it” and the other will say “What difference does it make?” Because in any interaction with him, one of those two statements will come into play.
When I got home from work yesterday, I saw that he had taken his pills for Tuesday evening, but it wasn’t time for him to have taken them yet, so I don’t know when he did it – and he didn’t either.
“What difference does it make?”
Fortunately, it doesn’t make a difference – yet – but at some point, he might start taking prescriptions and the timing of them really MIGHT make a difference. I have alarms set on his phone for him to take his pills at a certain time for a reason.
This morning, I reached into the fridge to get creamer for my coffee . . . and there was a can of Ready Whip whipped cream. I don’t know where it came from or how it got there. So I asked M – where did this come from?
“It wasn’t me, I didn’t do it.”
Okay! Well then, someone has now broken into our house and left us a brand new can of whipped cream as a souvenir. The dogs will love it – I’ll spray it on a paper plate for them and they’ll have a field day – but WTF!?!?
He did the same thing yesterday when I saw a red straw on the counter and asked if he had been to Chick-fil-A.
NO!!! He hadn’t gone anywhere. Didn’t know anything about that red straw. Couldn’t imagine where it had come from. “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.”
And then later on in the evening – SURPRISE! – he remembered that he had gone to Sheetz and gotten frozen slushie.
I can’t wait to see what is revealed when the back story to the whipped cream comes to light.