Weak...

In addition to tormenting me with foul sounds from the 80's, Didgeridoo Boy employed a new tactic in his arsenal of means to find things going his way over the past week or so. Point blank: I wait on this guy pretty much hand and foot. It's just how I am, and I'm more than willing to do so - - to a point. But there comes a point when one can hear the buzz and be burned by the light of a great neon sign that's just been turned on by the cosmos, one that reads, "THIS MAN HAS BEEN SPOILED TOO FAR!" The section that reads, "SPOILED TOO FAR" would be flashing.

Behold:

That is from Tuesday afternoon of last week. I prepared his lunch once he agreed to help my stepdad clean up after Monday night's storm.

On Thursday, I came in from the Masters sunburned and tired, but happy. He was sitting in his chair playing a video game, and when I went to take a shower, asked me when I would be "preparing the crackers and the cheeses". I told him he could do it himself. An hour later, he still hadn't done it, and was showing his ass in such fine fashion while saying he was starving that I got up and did it for him - dunce that I am. Later, he told me he and Totsi the Dog thought it was so funny that I'd prepared "slices" of cheese that were about two inches thick and all crooked.

Here's what he did Sunday, while I was trying to watch a very exciting final round of the Masters:

Yes, he created the event "Annalisa Cooks Dinner" on Facebook and invited me to it. Note our witty exchange and the time of it. That's when I changed my response from "not attending" to "attending" and agreed to cook for him. I didn't budge until the winning putt. In true Didgeridoo Boy fashion, however, he made most of that hour and a half a little bit of hell and denied the entire time that he was doing anything. I finally got a camping chair and put it right in front of the television after cussing him out.

His "thing" through all of this? "I'm all weak. I don't feel like fixing something to eat." Monday, he said he'd "miraculously recovered".

Remember the hives I mentioned yesterday?