With father’s day approaching, people begin to think of things to get their dads, and something more then socks, undies, and a handmade card with everything un readable, I was lucky because I knew what dad wanted, it was something he loved and lost… and had me running around like a headless chock, with a cold, and never ended up being able to get it in the end anyway, but here is the story, enjoy.
December last year my dad went to my mums works Christmas party which they hold in Geelong every year, and because people have to come from all over Victoria, that book out rooms in a hotel for people who want them, well when my parents were leaving my dad accidently left something behind, his most loved Foo Fighters T-shirt, and being the amazing daughter that I am I thought that would be a grate thing to get him for father’s day, boy I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
After running around the city last Sunday, and sending my mum on a goose chase on Friday, we decided to get one made, so on Friday night I spent an hour on line trying to find something cool to put on the shirt, and I found a few, one I may use my self, all that was left was mum to chose one to use, and she did so we were of the get it made Saturday afternoon (after mum finishes work).
Lovely Saturday morning I decided to come down with a cold, and that was annoying as hell, but put up with it when we went to get the shirt made, when we got where we were going we had to battle evil drives from hell, and doge people from hell, but as we got there a sign sunk all our plans, “No orders until 10:00 am tomorrow” ok so that was shit, but it’s ok we already had got him heaps (not really but lets pretend it was ok), so we went to do some shopping instead… and that’s when we discovered that the place we were in SUCKS LIKE HELL, and didn’t have a thing we were looking for, that much that my mum never wants to go back there EVER!!!, and make thing worse they already were, I was have hot and cold flashes, depending on what shop we were in, so we headed home and three stops later we arrived home.
It was about then hat I decided to check my temp, I had already checked in the morning and I was 37.1, .1 over normal, so not so bad, but when I checked again I was 39.0, so in other words BAD, and before I went to bed that night I was 37.3, so it had come down and I was getting better, I was still sick on Sunday, when I gave dad a jar of chocolate, a Wii game, and some DVD’s, but I was WAY better then how I was on Saturday.
And now it’s Monday and I have a sore throat, uncontrollable cough and I start work at 1… I should be fine… I hope.
*cough*
Mad-Molly-The Grim
