Every Sunday, I set up my lap table, line up all of my meds, and set them up for the week in my pill organizer. Can’t you see my table on my lap?
Huh. I wonder why.
Shane, you’re kind of interrupting my funky flow, here. I had a good rhythm going, getting stuff done, kicking a** and taking names. You wanna be a good boy and find a different patch of sunshine to bask in all your orange glory?
Nah, I didn’t think so.
P.S.—Great blog titles: Patch of Sunshine, Orange Glory.
P.P.S.—He got up for a second, so I plunked my bag down and started setting up. This is what happened: