Bedtime
So, I get off work Saturday morning and go sleep in the boys' bunkbed, because the Mrs. and the new Princess kind of campout in my room. Oh, and I'm afraid my fat ass will collapse the bed, so I strictly stay on the bottom bunk. I wake up around 10:00 with an awful feeling in my throat. I sit up, as well as anyone can in a bunkbed, and proceed to yak all over myself. I probably looked just like Linda Blair in The Exorcist. Oh, it was pure nastiness to say the least. It was not a very pleasant smell at all.
Mrs. Molly let me stay in bed the rest of the day, and most of Sunday as well. I was totally off limits to the world. One of my only complaints about my wife, is the fact that she will not deal with me when I'm sick. If I'm sick, she wants nothing to do with me. It's go away, just go to bed. No offers of juice, water, nothing.
See when she's sick, I try to nurture her, but man, sometimes it feels like I'm not allowed. She nurtures the children fine, and you know that's expected, but sometimes a guy wants to feel like he's cared for...you know? Anyways, that's really the only complaint I have with her.
My damn lower back ended up killing me, from the bed, and a previous water skiing injury, that I may have written about on hear in the past.
Anywho, Pizza and Little Debbie snacks don't look pretty the second time around.
Mrs. Molly let me stay in bed the rest of the day, and most of Sunday as well. I was totally off limits to the world. One of my only complaints about my wife, is the fact that she will not deal with me when I'm sick. If I'm sick, she wants nothing to do with me. It's go away, just go to bed. No offers of juice, water, nothing.
See when she's sick, I try to nurture her, but man, sometimes it feels like I'm not allowed. She nurtures the children fine, and you know that's expected, but sometimes a guy wants to feel like he's cared for...you know? Anyways, that's really the only complaint I have with her.
My damn lower back ended up killing me, from the bed, and a previous water skiing injury, that I may have written about on hear in the past.
Anywho, Pizza and Little Debbie snacks don't look pretty the second time around.
posted by Tall Molly Man at 2:02 AM
3 Comments:
I'm trying to think of something that *does* look pretty the second time around and I'm not comin' up with anything. Hmmm .... well, I know for a fact that freshly consumed ice cream isn't too bad the second time around, but it's still not pretty.
Ickie... I'm sorry Tall Molly Man...
I hope you're feeling a bit better now and well, I can't think of anything pretty the second go round either. Pedialyte and crackers make for a yucko paint job too.
Hot dogs and doritoes, that will make you yack even more after seeing it. I hope you feel better.
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