Velcro
20th June 2005, 02:11 PM
I don't usually tell when my birthday is -- or anniversaries or anything. But you gotta read this.
Our anniversary was coming up, so I planned a bed-and-breakfast weekend in the mountains, but before I made the reservations, the living room TV died. I had to tell my husband, that according to our budget and the fact that TVs are now $800 - umpteen million dollars, we had to make a choice: a TV or a weekend; we could not do both.
Yesterday was Father's Day, and my birthday as well. So I made reservations for my husband at his favorite restaurant. Since gifts are treated very nonchalantly at our house, early in the week, I told him I wanted him to get a new pair of dress pants for his birthday, and he told me he wanted me to get a floor lamp for my reading space.
Well, he started having unexplained mouth-pain, went to the dentist, and they found nothing. Friday morning, he woke in extreme pain and returned to the dentist but was went to an oral surgeon who said a wisdom tooth had to go and put him on antibiotics and pain meds. Friday afternoon, I came down with the flu. Sabbath, I sat around home and felt sorry for me; he went to work on meds and barely survived. He taught on Sunday, and I stayed home and felt sorry for myself. He didn't want to eat anything, except to stave off hunger, and I didn't feel like eating either. We ate ice cream. That was Father's Day and my birthday.
Today is our anniversary -- 17 years. I'm still sick, but worse yet, I took him in for dental surgery.
Is anyone else having as much fun as we are?!?
You know, the best part is we are able to laugh at it. I hope you're smiling, too, 'cause if you aren't, don't write a word.
:clap: :P :D ^_^
Our anniversary was coming up, so I planned a bed-and-breakfast weekend in the mountains, but before I made the reservations, the living room TV died. I had to tell my husband, that according to our budget and the fact that TVs are now $800 - umpteen million dollars, we had to make a choice: a TV or a weekend; we could not do both.
Yesterday was Father's Day, and my birthday as well. So I made reservations for my husband at his favorite restaurant. Since gifts are treated very nonchalantly at our house, early in the week, I told him I wanted him to get a new pair of dress pants for his birthday, and he told me he wanted me to get a floor lamp for my reading space.
Well, he started having unexplained mouth-pain, went to the dentist, and they found nothing. Friday morning, he woke in extreme pain and returned to the dentist but was went to an oral surgeon who said a wisdom tooth had to go and put him on antibiotics and pain meds. Friday afternoon, I came down with the flu. Sabbath, I sat around home and felt sorry for me; he went to work on meds and barely survived. He taught on Sunday, and I stayed home and felt sorry for myself. He didn't want to eat anything, except to stave off hunger, and I didn't feel like eating either. We ate ice cream. That was Father's Day and my birthday.
Today is our anniversary -- 17 years. I'm still sick, but worse yet, I took him in for dental surgery.
Is anyone else having as much fun as we are?!?
You know, the best part is we are able to laugh at it. I hope you're smiling, too, 'cause if you aren't, don't write a word.
:clap: :P :D ^_^