MY POOR LEGS

Not only did Orna walk into the carnage created by Peg yesterday morning and have to spend hours cleaning up, she got screamed at when I got home last night. Poor woman put red sheets on my bed and I went ballistic. Yup, she changed 'em right quick. Thing is, she gets what for her is a very generous salary for the time she actually spends working for me. All she really has to do is keep the house relatively clean, cook every now and then, and run a few errands. She gets paid minimum wage for a 40 hour week and actually works maybe 15 hours total. Not bad and I rarely fly off the handle at her like I did yesterday. Mostly because there's rarely any reason to. Of course having a good scream up released most of my pent up frustration at the events of recent weeks. It's always been better for me to let it out than try to control myself and have a heart attack like happened a year ago November thanks to the soon to be 'late' step mother from hell otherwise known as The Boynton Beach Bitch. I felt so much better after letting it all out and Orna knows that as fast as I blow up, I calm down afterwards.
After work yesterday I went to replenish my supply of bottled water and health juice. I like cranberry juice with my pills and by all accounts it's very good for us gimps. I found some blackberry juice and decided to try it too. It's ok, but I prefer cranberry and pomegranate (they were out of the latter last night, or maybe I just couldn't figure out which carton it was because they were all labeled in Russian) When I got home with all those bottles I called her and told her I needed her for 10 minutes and then walked into red sheets. She arrived as I was in the middle of dragging them off the bed and having a grand yell up in English which immediately turned into Hebrew. She learned the meaning of 'seeing red' on the spot. One good thing about my rages is that I rarely attack the person. but really go after the 'thing' that set me off. There was a lot of yelling about red sheets but not a word at her personally for putting them on the bed. Poor Orna. She spent so much time trying to make up for the previous day and tried so hard only to have me go off on the red sheets. I doubt I'll ever walk into non purple sheets again!