In fact, last night was the first night that I shared our "marital bed" since December 5, 2009. That's a long time right? I could tell that we were both getting used to having a queen size bed to ourselves and if I didn't rip off the proverbial band-aid, we were doomed to a 1960s sitcom existence in separate rooms, not just beds. It's been awhile since we had pillow talk - so last night was especially interesting:
Manbug: Since we are going on a cruise for Christmas, are we going to exchange gifts, or can the trip be our gift?
Me: The trip is our gift - we're not going to tote presents on a trip. I need that luggage space for shoes.
Manbug: Okay...but are you really saying that I don't need to get a gift, or are you saying that I "don't need to get a gift" (uses actual air quotes) but that I should know better and get a gift anyway?
Me: You do NOT need to get me a gift! We are good.
Manbug: But are we good in that we are "good," (annoying air quotes again) but that I should know better and get you a gift anyway?
Me: Oh my God - do not get me a gift. I am not getting you a gift and we are going to have the "gift" of $7 pina coladas and sunburned shoulders on Christmas.
Manbug: But are we having the gift....
Me: Shut the hell up! If you are so paranoid, buy me a fucking gift on the boat!
Manbug: But it will be marked up so much.
Sigh. We then turned to more important issues, namely, the fact that we had been sleeping apart for ten days:
Me: Did you miss me sleeping in here?
Manbug: Um, yes. So, should we have sex to like, commemorate the end of the separate sleeping arrangements?
Me: No.
Manbug: I mean, we were like two days away from "I Love Lucy."
Me: But they slept in the same room with different beds. We were in different rooms.
Manbug: Was that kid on their show their real child, or an actor?
Me: I think it was their real kid.
Manbug: (puzzled look).
Me: I don't think they had separate beds in their real bedroom - you know, the one not on TV. They didn't actually live in that apartment.
Manbug: ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz (he took Nyquil too)
EDITED TO ADD: Because of an email conversation with one of my lovely readers, I feel compelled to confirm that I did NOT wet the bed in yeterday's post. I had thought my story relayed the fact it was the open water bottle, but just in case, it was the open water bottle!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The Power of Nyquil and Walmart Compels You
I woke up the other morning to a wet bed. And my husband and I have been sleeping in separate beds for the past ten days, so I can't even blame him.
But I'm getting ahead of myself...
If you follow me on Twitter (or have talked to me in the last week), you know that I have been sick. For a LONG time. Actually, I was sick about a week and a half ago, started to feel better, and then was reinfected with a different sort of sickness by my beloved husband. Currently, our little household is battling some of the nastiest coughs that I have heard outside of the slot machine section at an Atlantic City casino. Nothing else seems to be wrong...just cough, cough, cough. Of course, the incessant coughing leads to headaches and sore throats, but those aren't related to whatever little one-celled critter is mooching off our immune systems.
It's been a vicious cycle. Each night I would go to bed thinking that I would do to the doctor the next morning, and each morning I thought I felt better...until the day progressed and I started to feel horrible again, and well - you see the pattern.
Wednesday night, before retiring in the guest room (our coughing has been waking each other up so we've taken to sleeping in separate rooms) I took a cough version of the Nyquil narcotic line. In the middle of the night, I woke up coughing and reached for my trusty bottle of water to quash the hacking.
Sometime in the .008 seconds between taking the sip of water, and replacing the cap, I fell back asleep. The Nyquil was SO strong, that it caused me to fall asleep in the blink of an eye, and STAY asleep despite the immense soaking near my right shoulder.
Needless to say, I woke up the next morning and went to the doctor. Who prescribed a cough medicine with codeine so that I could sleep better. (HA!). I went to get that and some other prescriptions filled and was told that this cough medicine was $134 and the rest of the medicine $151. WHAT? That medicine better get rid of my cough, wash my sheets and make me some tea for that price! I left the pharmacy and decided to head to Wal-Mart instead - I had recalled seeing an ad in which they stated they had low prices for prescriptions or something of that sort.
I rarely go to Wal-Mart. Why you ask? First off, I prefer Target and there is a Target just about 1/2 mile past Wal-Mart. Second - and honestly, the truthful answer? I am TERRIFIED of getting caught in there on a less than fashionable day and getting pictured on this site. I would DIE.
Not surprisingly, Wal-Mart's prices for the three prescriptions that I had to fill, $85 less than the pharmacy. I think I'll risk a fashion faux pas immortalized on the Internet for that amount of money any day.
But I declined to purchase the $134 cough medicine - because really, the Nyquil is..............zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
But I'm getting ahead of myself...
If you follow me on Twitter (or have talked to me in the last week), you know that I have been sick. For a LONG time. Actually, I was sick about a week and a half ago, started to feel better, and then was reinfected with a different sort of sickness by my beloved husband. Currently, our little household is battling some of the nastiest coughs that I have heard outside of the slot machine section at an Atlantic City casino. Nothing else seems to be wrong...just cough, cough, cough. Of course, the incessant coughing leads to headaches and sore throats, but those aren't related to whatever little one-celled critter is mooching off our immune systems.
It's been a vicious cycle. Each night I would go to bed thinking that I would do to the doctor the next morning, and each morning I thought I felt better...until the day progressed and I started to feel horrible again, and well - you see the pattern.
Wednesday night, before retiring in the guest room (our coughing has been waking each other up so we've taken to sleeping in separate rooms) I took a cough version of the Nyquil narcotic line. In the middle of the night, I woke up coughing and reached for my trusty bottle of water to quash the hacking.
Sometime in the .008 seconds between taking the sip of water, and replacing the cap, I fell back asleep. The Nyquil was SO strong, that it caused me to fall asleep in the blink of an eye, and STAY asleep despite the immense soaking near my right shoulder.
Needless to say, I woke up the next morning and went to the doctor. Who prescribed a cough medicine with codeine so that I could sleep better. (HA!). I went to get that and some other prescriptions filled and was told that this cough medicine was $134 and the rest of the medicine $151. WHAT? That medicine better get rid of my cough, wash my sheets and make me some tea for that price! I left the pharmacy and decided to head to Wal-Mart instead - I had recalled seeing an ad in which they stated they had low prices for prescriptions or something of that sort.
I rarely go to Wal-Mart. Why you ask? First off, I prefer Target and there is a Target just about 1/2 mile past Wal-Mart. Second - and honestly, the truthful answer? I am TERRIFIED of getting caught in there on a less than fashionable day and getting pictured on this site. I would DIE.
Not surprisingly, Wal-Mart's prices for the three prescriptions that I had to fill, $85 less than the pharmacy. I think I'll risk a fashion faux pas immortalized on the Internet for that amount of money any day.
But I declined to purchase the $134 cough medicine - because really, the Nyquil is..............zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Austin BlogHer Holiday Party
Join us at Central Market Cafe on North Lamar for some holiday mingling. Austin and Central Texas bloggers and tweeters, bring non-perishable foods to donate to the Capital Area Food Bank. There will be a scale to see just how many pounds of food we can collect, so break out those coupons, shop those sales, and bring those nonperishable donations!
We will have holiday goodies for y'all to snack on, and feel free to step away and order yourself dinner and/or a drink - whatever you need most after a long day.
DATE: Thursday, December 3rd
PLACE: Central Market Cafe, 4001 N Lamar (map)
TIME: 7-9pm (or if you just can't stop networking when they close, the party can certainly move elsewhere)
DONATE: CAFB specifically asks for: canned meats like tuna, stew and chili (pop-tops preferred), canned vegetables, pasta and pasta sauce, beans, rice, healthy cereals, peanut butter and baby food and baby formula.
RSVP/QUESTIONS: Leave a comment below, or email skyekilaen@gmail.com.
P.S. We will make sure you can tell which tables are ours.
We will have holiday goodies for y'all to snack on, and feel free to step away and order yourself dinner and/or a drink - whatever you need most after a long day.
DATE: Thursday, December 3rd
PLACE: Central Market Cafe, 4001 N Lamar (map)
TIME: 7-9pm (or if you just can't stop networking when they close, the party can certainly move elsewhere)
DONATE: CAFB specifically asks for: canned meats like tuna, stew and chili (pop-tops preferred), canned vegetables, pasta and pasta sauce, beans, rice, healthy cereals, peanut butter and baby food and baby formula.
RSVP/QUESTIONS: Leave a comment below, or email skyekilaen@gmail.com.
P.S. We will make sure you can tell which tables are ours.
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