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Snogless in Texas...
Sunday, March 8th, 2009 11:11 pmIt has been three days, sixteen hours, 56 minutes and 4 seconds since I last got kissed by the Husbandly One.
It has been three days, twenty two hours, 36 minutes and 16 seconds since I last got snogged silly by the Husbandly One.
I am not happy about this at all.
First off, the Impossible Son is better. In fact, he'll be going back to school tomorrow (YAY!!), and he got to play in the first soccer game of the season for his team Saturday morning.
However... the Husbandly One came down with the Bug From Hell Friday morning. And he had it much worse than Mr. Manzie did! In fact, at one point, he had decided to take a warm tub to relax his aching muscles and y'all, I thought I was going to have to haul him out of the bathtub all by myself! Now, I'm a sturdy gal, and I'm a lot stronger than I look, but hauling 160 pounds of conscious husband out of the bathtub is one thing... hauling 160 pounds of dead weight is a completely different story! Fortunately, he managed to stay conscious, and I did get him out of the tub, but it took a while!!
I had to call the league and tell them he would not be doing any referee work on Saturday, and I thought the Impertinent Daughter and I were going to have to coach his little U8 team through their first game, but he felt better enough Saturday morning to do that himself. However... he felt worse Saturday night, and today... well, he was a very uncomfortable THO.
I have a feeling he won't be going in to work tomorrow.
This, of course, is the reason for the moratorium on snogging. Which I miss very, very, very much. In fact, I am feeling very, very snog-deprived right now, and can't believe how dependent I am on them!! If he doesn't get better soon, I may start looking for other candidates!!
I know he doesn't want me to get this bug, and believe me, I don't want to, either! I have been washing my hands like a fiend to keep from getting this, and wiping everything he touches down. I haven't even slept in my bed, opting for a sleeping bag on the floor, fer gossakes! If I get this after all that... I am not going to be happy. Plus, it would make me have to wait even LONGER for a good, toe-curling kiss!!
I've already told him, ten seconds after he is officially declared over this bug, I am going to snog him breathless!!
Just... thought you ought to know.
It has been three days, twenty two hours, 36 minutes and 16 seconds since I last got snogged silly by the Husbandly One.
I am not happy about this at all.
First off, the Impossible Son is better. In fact, he'll be going back to school tomorrow (YAY!!), and he got to play in the first soccer game of the season for his team Saturday morning.
However... the Husbandly One came down with the Bug From Hell Friday morning. And he had it much worse than Mr. Manzie did! In fact, at one point, he had decided to take a warm tub to relax his aching muscles and y'all, I thought I was going to have to haul him out of the bathtub all by myself! Now, I'm a sturdy gal, and I'm a lot stronger than I look, but hauling 160 pounds of conscious husband out of the bathtub is one thing... hauling 160 pounds of dead weight is a completely different story! Fortunately, he managed to stay conscious, and I did get him out of the tub, but it took a while!!
I had to call the league and tell them he would not be doing any referee work on Saturday, and I thought the Impertinent Daughter and I were going to have to coach his little U8 team through their first game, but he felt better enough Saturday morning to do that himself. However... he felt worse Saturday night, and today... well, he was a very uncomfortable THO.
I have a feeling he won't be going in to work tomorrow.
This, of course, is the reason for the moratorium on snogging. Which I miss very, very, very much. In fact, I am feeling very, very snog-deprived right now, and can't believe how dependent I am on them!! If he doesn't get better soon, I may start looking for other candidates!!
I know he doesn't want me to get this bug, and believe me, I don't want to, either! I have been washing my hands like a fiend to keep from getting this, and wiping everything he touches down. I haven't even slept in my bed, opting for a sleeping bag on the floor, fer gossakes! If I get this after all that... I am not going to be happy. Plus, it would make me have to wait even LONGER for a good, toe-curling kiss!!
I've already told him, ten seconds after he is officially declared over this bug, I am going to snog him breathless!!
Just... thought you ought to know.
