The Meat Lady.

The past few weeks Blake and I have been falling asleep in our front room because we have been so pooped at night. We usually get home around 9:30 from school, decide to watch tv for a bit, and then I poop out within 5 minutes and Blake watches tv by himself. On Friday night we did just that, but the following conversation made this night real special.....

Blake: "Em, wake up (nudges me), did you remember to take your medication earlier?"
Emily: "No."
Blake: "Are you sure? I thought I remembered seeing you take it."
Emily "Blake I know what I'm talking about, sodium questions are the easiest ones at my school, leave me alone."
Blake: "Come on Em, let's go to bed."
Emily: "Blake, go eff the meat lady at Albertsons."
Blake: "Are you awake!?"
Emily: "You work at Albertsons at night to help with our bills, now leave me alone."

Then I woke up, and ran into walls as I walked through the hall to my bed. Blake wrote this entire conversation down on our white board so that he could show me how wonderful I am the following morning. He said I am like waking up a teenager on a Saturday morning. I think a teenager would have really said the F word in full, but I just said eff. Like a lady.