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So Dane and I continue to be sick. We (er, he) washed some clothes today finally, so the kids should have clean socks to wear tomorrow. We’ll have to dig them out from the mountain of laundry covering the couch, but at least they’ll smell fresh. Having a congesty illness was, in fact, NOT how I planned to spend my holiday week, as I was just explaining to my sickly dearly beloved:
ME: I thought we would rent movies this week.
HIM: I thought we would feel like human beings this week.
ME: And instead we’re crammed into a corner of the couch, hiding from the clean laundry.
HIM: Like the Millennium Falcon, hiding on the side of the Star Destroyer.
ME: Yeah. Um, honey? If you could, you know, NEVER AGAIN use Star Wars analogies? That would be okay with me.
HIM: What? But life would be so boring! Like… like the first half of Empire Strikes Back. All that time on Degobah…
ME: [pelts him with shoes. or clean laundry.]
Well, at least he’s not speaking in Lord of the Ring tongues. “One ring blah blah blah…”
I was actually somewhat relieved when my daughter was sick the weekend before Christmas. But now as I type this, I have swollen glands and that uncomfortable swallowing feeling. Cripes!
Hope you’re all feeling better!
Oh I don’t know, the Star Wars analogies can be so spot-on and plus they are a window to his soul.