This is my second attempt to tell this story. The first attempt had too much....hmmmm....too much venom. I posted it for about five minutes, felt guilty, and then decided to delete it.
I confess I have a hard time slowing down sometimes, especially this last week. I pulled off a mega surprise party for my man's 33rd birthday. He was totally surprised, even though he arrived in a bad mood. This was quickly thwarted by a living room full of friends yelling, "Surprise!"
The next evening we got in a fight. That happens around here sometimes, though I rarely feel the need to document such things. We don't exactly photograph our fights and post them on facebook. I was so ticked off with my darling precious husband that I had to leave the house (because after all we did have company staying with us for the night and I didn't want to be responsible for corrupting our classmate). I went for a walk, cooled off, and wrote some really nasty comments in my journal. I digress.
I came back home. I apologized. Bruce apologized. Harmony resumed. Then I spent the next seven hours at the foot of the porcelain throne. That's right. Apparently, upon further investigation (which is code for facebook stalking) several other people at Bruce's party also contracted this beloved stomach flu as well. I haven't had the flu in years. Absolute misery. I even pleaded with God, "Please. If you make this stop, I'll never do such-and-such again. I can't throw up one more time. There's nothing left to vomit."
I was wrong. There was plenty left.
I started getting better just in time for Bruce to get sick. And now we are experiencing the art of "slow thyself down" whether we want to or not.
Needless to say, we are both recovering and are almost back on track. Just in time for finals. We have watched most of the first season of The Big Bang Theory (laughing proved painful), and we are both completely caught up on Lost (I have no fingernails left).
2 comments:
Ann, you're the best. I have a new rule and it's "no blogging while angry". It can be just as dangerous as texting while driving. And I ALWAYS feel better after apologizing to my husband after we argue. My whole body literally feels lighter.
And I hate to say it, but I'm glad that we weren't able to make it to your party last week. I just checked with the baby and it told me that it doesn't like to throw up.
(What do you think ALOT of vomit would look like?)
Ann, you crack me up. I'm dying laughing over here in Virginia at your plea to God to make the vomiting stop...I'm so sorry you were so sick, but you gave me a great laugh!
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