Wednesday, April 1, 2015

What? A Re-Run You Say?

While all my blogging buddies are working their tuckuses (Tucki? Tuckus-es? hmmm.) off for the awesome April A to Z Challenge, I'm busy passing off a 2013 re-run. I bow my head in shame. All the same, enjoy this medicinally induced trip down memory lane. And to all my A to Z friends, I'll be stopping in tonight to root you on!!

Curse You, Head Cold I Was Unprepared For!

So I was sitting on the floor of my bathroom two days ago, rummaging around in the cabinet under the sink, looking for cold medicine. Which we apparently hadn't restocked from last year. I sat there, in my mucus haze, cursing the little three year old glazed-doughnut-monsters that had passed on their crusty germs to me and looking for anything that might provide relief.

This is how The Man stumbled upon me as I dazedly contemplated the decade old Benadryl in my hand, trying to remember what I knew about half-life potency of certain drugs. Which, whether sick or healthy, is pretty much diddly over squat.

Cautiously, like approaching an injured animal in the wild, The Man asked, "Whatcha got there?"

Clutching the medicine that expired in 2003 to my chest like it's My Preciousssss, I replied, "Nothing."

"Nothing, huh?"

"Just some medicine I think I might take."

"Lemme see it."

I shook my head, wishing immediately that I hadn't.

He gave me that disapproving look, the one he saves for when I've really gone off the reservation. The one that's part, "Do we really have to ride this train?" and "Why do I always have to be the responsible adult?"

After much coaxing and bribery by alcohol, he got me to release the medicine and brought me some whiskey with honey and lemon in it, which I sipped until he came back from the store with Nyquil and day time cough medicine.

That Man, I tell you. He's a keeper.

So I've been sick and wishing I could stay in bed, but nursery school duty calls and I must obey--since I'm hoping to give the germs right back to those little critters!

Anywho, until next time, Citizens, when I'll be talking about music and writing. Stay healthy! And if you see any little glazed doughnut monsters wiping their noses on their sleeves. . .  head the other way!

11 comments:

Susan Gourley/Kelley said...

I miss you this year but I know you're a very busy girl with those girls of yours and that awesome guy.

Andrea said...

A is for Awwwwwwwwwww schucks!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

He's a good guy. I wouldn't let my wife take expired medicine either.

Pat Hatt said...

lol that was the spirit, give those germs back

Liz Blocker said...

Yup, you're right - I do love this one!! You have such a great way of painting these absurd, hilarious scenes :)

Oh, and it's tuchuses, by the way. I swear: http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/tuchus That's the lovely guttural 'ch' sound, right in the back of the throat. Ah, yiddish.

I've so been thinking about you these past weeks. Hoping everything is OK.

The Happy Whisk said...

Feel better.

Lexa Cain said...

I'm glad your husband is the responsible adult and that you didn't "ride that train." Yes, he's definitely a keeper! :)

Chrys Fey said...

Re-runs are fun and I don't think I read this one the first time around. He sure is a keeper. :)

cleemckenzie said...

It's only fair to return the germs from whence they came. I love poetic justice.

Elizabeth Seckman said...

I think the whiskey cure is the best. I got a cold this winter and searched the house over for our whiskey stash, but it was wiped out. None of the teens in my house were responsible. Must have been the dog.

Empty Nest Insider said...

You're both lucky to have each other! Stay healthy, Ava!

Julie

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