Thursday, February 17, 2011

Dead Man Walking

"Hon, just leave it. I'll take care of it."

Really? Even the bathrooms?

We'd all taken turns paying homage to the porcelain gods and the task would be no less than totally yucky, and the view anything but divine. I wouldn't have done it for less than a ten spot or at least a foot massage. (All my negotiations include a foot massage.) I almost felt bad.

But then I started packing, which of course includes trying on any number of combination of outfits. This is where the fatal mistake occurred.

I believe his exact words were, "Wow. You look really good. And you're not even wearing Spanx."

I'll see you next Wednesday! Don't forget the baseboards and the shower stall. Make 'em sparkle!

3 comments:

Marti said...

You can make being sick even humerous. Hope you guys feel better and have fun at your mom and dad's!

Casey said...

Hope you make it safely, sanely, and in good time! I've enjoyed catching up today on your posts...loved the craftiness stuff, and stupid people comments, and the unveiling of new wardrobes!? Awesome!

KerryQ said...

Priceless!

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