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Dane and I have been talking (er, whining and complaining) about this miserable interesting weather.
It gives me headaches. Not the talking, the weather. I don’t know why, exactly, but it does. In addition to all the regular stuff (you know, the sweating and the makeup melting off my face and the inability to sleep because it’s too hot. Again, if any of that’s not normal, there’s really no need to point it out).
So I mention to him that in order to keep the head throbbing to a manageable level this week, I’ve required a little caffeine-and-Tylenol cocktail to get through the afternoon.
What he heard, apparently, was: “Blah blah blah, COCKTAIL TO GET THROUGH THE AFTERNOON.”
“What?” He splutters. “You’re drinking cocktails while I’m at work?!”
My first thought: Do you not read other mommy blogs, man? Because alcohol is kind of a recurring theme, and no one ever splutters, “WHAT?” after reading this stuff. At least I don’t think they do. I’ve never seen anyone do it.
My second thought: How nice that you listen when I speak! Especially when I’m giving you critical details about my health. You know, the kind that you might need to relate to an EMT should I collapse one day: “I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but the heat HAS been giving her terrible headaches!” (Okay, that’s not likely to be relevant. But still.)
My third thought: Do you see a juiced lime around here somewhere? Dirty margarita glass? No? I thought not.
What I actually said, with one eyebrow raised and a bemused expression: “A TYLENOL AND CAFFEINE COCKTAIL. Meaning, I wash down a couple of Tylenol with a mug of iced green tea. Because the caffeine makes the Tylenol more effective, and ALSO keeps me from falling asleep.”
To which he replied: “Ah.”
But really, if I WAS spending my afternoons drinking, don’t you think he would have noticed? Maybe?
He must have been really surprised. I’ve never heard Dane “splutter.”
ROFLMAO!!!!!! That is just too funny. Yours listens as well as mine does.
Hope the headaches pass…I’ve had one all day with this heat.
I’m about ready to try anyting including your magic cure.
Mine hears about half of what I say. Just enough to be dangerous.
I’d say an experiment is in order. Monday afternoon, get really drunk, and see if he notices.
Sometimes I wonder why I talk too…he just hears what he wants to and tunes out the rest (which is most of what I say).
Though afternoon cocktails sounds great to me, bring it on!
Afternoon cocktail might lead to hubby getting laid. Now that he would notice.