Quote: Now I'm dead slow and H is constantly forbidding me to do things. Granted, I am exactly the type of person to overdo it, but his "rules" pretty much confine me to sitting on the sofa. I'm sick of his "rules." So, I limp up and down the basement steps with laundry, crawl around the bathroom with the caulking gun and drag furniture across the room from a seated position. It drives him absolutely insane, and there is a devilish part of me that loves it.
Sorry to hear about the foot.... Now lets fix the broken brain...
Enjoy him doing things... What is important, the battel or the war?
