Gimme a W!
Gary is home sick with the flu. He sent me an e-mail at work today that said, without any irony, that he was optimistic about this clinical trial. He also said something else involving the word "proud" that I can't bring myself to transcribe. Forgive me.
Gimme a T!
I purchased a pre-packaged cup of Ted Drewe's chocolate frozen custard for myself. Gary is sick, so I had no idea he would find this tempting. He swallowed it whole last night, but then re-stocked the freezer with a pint of Ben and Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk.
Gimme an F!
I had just this day railed at Gary on Katie's blog about men's inability to do more than balance the new roll on top of the empty roll. I walked into the bathroom this evening and saw a completely untouched roll of toilet paper on the spindle.
I know tomorrow he'll be back to normal, but for tonight I can't think of a bad thing to say about him.
Maybe you should culture whatever bug he has and save it. Might make millions for you.
Posted by: Sherri | October 27, 2007 at 08:40 AM
Isn't it nice when that happens?...you know, about once every five years? ;)
Posted by: sue | October 27, 2007 at 10:54 AM
Sherri - I think he's weak and has no fighting spirit. I wouldn't have the heart to sicken him deliberately.
Sue - Yep, you've nailed it.
Posted by: TheQueen | October 28, 2007 at 02:06 AM