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.
3 responses to “A Cheer”
Maybe you should culture whatever bug he has and save it. Might make millions for you.
Isn’t it nice when that happens?…you know, about once every five years? 😉
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.