That’s about all I can think to say. We have had a very crazy few days. My poor husband works outdoors, in the cold, in the rain, in the flu producing weather in other words. So he has been coughing for days, had the chills for a bit, and oh don’t forget all that nose blowing.
You know what that means for his lovely wife? It means that a few days later, she too (she being me) is coughing and snorting and sneezing and blowing and dripping and wondering when in the heck did I start peeing my pants when I cough too hard???
I know, that’s just too much information, but apparently all you mom’s out there know what I’m talking about. I mentioned it to one girlfriend and she said, “Yeah, welcome to my life”. I thought I was the ONLY one, so I mentioned it to another girlfriend who laughed at me and replied, “Um, yeah, that’s why I wear panty-liners everyday!”
My apologies to any men reading this blog, this is purely a woman identifiable issue.
But the incontinence coupled with my misery and inability to breathe has made me reluctant to venture into any new projects this week. I’ve slept SO many hours that I am almost embarrassed to admit how many. But, there’s good news, I’m on the up-swing! (I think).
And tomorrow, we have new carpet coming in! Woo Hoo. It’s long overdue, and a basic requirement for my husband’s man cave to house all of his animal carcasses.
And speaking of my husband’s hunting… I mentioned to my doctor that my husband is an avid hunter. Her eyes lit up. She is a beautiful Nigerian woman, her skin is a perfect shade of mahogany, her hair is braided in thin tight braids all the way to her waist, she and I are the same age – yet she has not one wrinkle, and she has the prettiest accent that I could listen to all day. None of that has anything to do with her response to the hunting commentary, but you know I like to paint a picture…
She then asked me if I would be willing to sell her venison. I laughed a little and said we’d be happy to give her some. She explained that in Nigeria they ate lean meats such as the venison, and rabbit, and she and her husband crave these familiar flavors. Then the heavens opened, I told her we have 200+ pounds of bear meat, and she said that she would LOVE to have some of it. And I can assure you that I would LOVE to get rid of some of it!!!
So maybe my husband’s hunting won’t go unappreciated after all. However, his frequent sharing of illnesses will…
Tinkle – Awwwww man!