Pear Down!
This weekend was semi-eventful.
Friday Dean and I went out and had food at Garfields, which was tasty. Thinking that I had to work early the next morning, I went home earlier than necessary. The next morning, when walking into work with Heather, who did I see but Kim Mosby walking in. I hollared at her and hoped that she was working at the service desk for some odd reason. She was right, and I didn’t have to be to work until 4. I went home to sleep, and returned to close layaway.
When I was almost ready to leave Dean called. “What time is it?” He asked immediately.
“You called to ask me what time it was?” I replied.
“Yes! Now just tell me what time it is!” he replied in a pathetic voice. I told him it was 9:51, and he asked me to hurry over becuse he was feeling sick. The whole conversation suddenly made sense.
After work I headed over to his place. All of the lights were out, and when I opened the door I found him laying on the floor curled up. He looked like he had died or something. I went over to him and asked why he was there. Apparently, when he got off the phone with me he got very hot and the floor was the coolest place in the apartment so he laid there.
At this point, however, he was emminating massive amounts of heat and I asked him how he felt. He said that now he was cold. I told him that we had to get him to the bed and under covers to bring down his fever. I took him into bed and laid under the covers with him, holding him to help bring down his fever with body heat.
Eventually his fever went down and I told him that he needed to drink lots of water and eat only toast until his stomach felt better. I laid some water by his bed, and let him fall asleep. He fell asleep almost instantly. About half and hour later I left him a note saying I would make soup for him for lunch the next day and went home.
Sunday I did nothing exciting at work, and Dean decided to eat greasy food for lunch instead. I told him that if anyone found out he was sick, to be sure and tell them that he didn’t follow my advice and that it was his own damned fault. Later that day he left for home, since he’s on vacation this week.
After work, I called Mandy and we hung out. I watched her dance a bit, and we got Jessica and went to Perkins. The place was horribly understaffed, but that was fine with me. Mike, Dustin, and Brian came in later. They came to our table to talk to us while waiting. That was good times. Afterwards I came home and slept until 12:30 this afternoon.
This afternoon I got up and my dad wanted to make lunch. For the record, I hate cooking with my father. He’s very difficult to cook with. He always chooses the most elaborate dishes for lunch. Today was no exception. He wanted to make ravioli stuffed with butternut squash, bread crumbs, and cheese. It took about two hours to make lunch.
After lunch we made pearsauce (like applesauce). There were wacky antics most of the way including every time Joe dropped a pear someone would yell “Pear down!” I was actually amused for the first time in a long time.