Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Every Little Girl Dreams of the Day her Husband Holds her Hand Through a Blanket!

By Katharine

I'm sick right now. And if you've never had the pleasure of being with me when I'm sick, let me tell you what a joy I am to be around. When I'm sick I like to do the following, in no particular order:

  • Whine.... a LOT!
  • Curl up in a blanket on the sofa and moan about how horrible I feel.
  • Not leave the mentioned sofa unless it's to go to the bathroom, or look in the fridge to eat anything that isn't moldy or moving on it's own.
  • Call Jeff and whine some more.
  • I am convinced that whatever I have is the worst that is out there, and nobody else has felt as bad as I do.
  • I want chocolate, and lots of it. And I communicate this desire to Jeff in between whining about how bad I feel.
  • I want Jeff's undivided attention, and I want him to rub my feet and back and tell me how gorgeous I am, and how much he loves me. Really, poetry would be appropriate at this point.
  • Did I mention that I don't shower??? And thus all of this takes place when I'm still in my pj's, no make up, and am probably smelly to boot.
Now I know what you're thinking... how did Jeff get so lucky??? Well, Jeff came home tonight and I'm whining and telling him all the things that I want him to tell me... and he says "EWWWWW.... I'm not getting too close to you.. I don't want you to make me sick"... and then he says "Here, I'll hold your hand through the blanket". Ahhh.. doesn't that make you feel all warm and fuzzy?? I know as a little girl I dreamed of the day my husband would lovingly look me in the eyes and tell me he'd comfort me through a blanket. Do they write love songs about this????

3 Comments:

Blogger Jeff - WeinerToons said...

Thankfully she DOES shower, even when she's sick. ;-)

So yeah, most of that is true and anyone that has to work with me will be happy to know that I did everything short of wearing rubber gloves in the house to avoid the cold and flu germ. I didn't ask Katharine to watch TV upstairs (how sweet...I know), and I let her watch her CSI shows, even through the start of LOST. I know...so sweet. It's just who I am.

11:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

For some reason, this whole scenario strikes me as very funny. The "holding hands through a blanket" reminds me of when my mother wore a bandana around her mouth on an airplane because she didn't want to breath other people's germs that were getting recycled through stale airplane air.

I'm happy to know that I can come to work and find written comic relief at my fingertips! Thank you Katharine and Jeff!
-Kristen

9:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

LOL.... Kae, are your pets giving you subtle hints yet that a shower is in order? I'm thinking, Monty blocking his nostrils with front paws and rolling his eyes in distress, Miss Lilly hissing at you with tail standing straight up.. you know, subtle hints that say "mommy, we DO love you but you freaking stink!" lol
hope you feel bette soon!!!!!
Love
Helen

11:44 AM  

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