Tuesday, January 27, 2009

No, no, NO!

She asked me three times in the space of five minutes if I wanted toast with my dinner. The third time I said no, it might have been with a little edge to it. She asked if she had asked me that seven times and I said, only three. She shook her head and muttered "I hate getting old." She's said that several times lately -- she hates "getting old," as opposed to "having this disease." 

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