I am sickly today. And loving it. You heard right. Being sick means that I don't have to work and my family waits on me, bringing me endless bowls of ice cream and taking over all household chores for the duration of my illness. I will probably still be sick tomorrow and maybe even the next day.
My husband...not that it needs to be said, but he is a goofball. He finally brought something up to me that's been apparently bugging him for years. He told me of a text that my sister, Tania, had sent earlier in the day. He then read me the text. Next, he said, "I'm the lesser of the family, aren't I?" I asked what he meant by that and he said, "You, Kyler and Mae are the greater three. I'm the lesser." I let him know that I was totally confused and he said, "Tania's texts. At the end of every text she sends, she puts greater three. Sometimes other people do it, too." I knew immediately what he was talking about. <3. I told him to turn the phone sideways and he will see a heart. He said, "Oh crap, you're gonna put this in your blog, aren't you?"
Revisiting my hometown this weekend was as usual. Everything's the same. Exactly the same. Except they changed the name of the bar but nobody calls it by its new name. They still call it the old name, completely ignoring that somebody new has taken ownership and changed the name. So I suppose when things do actually change, the change is just ignored.
Something I love: A semi-driver decided that he wanted some snacks from the gas station just off of the highway, but the parking lot wasn't big enough for his truck. He pulled over on the side of the highway. Wearing only hawaiian boxer shorts, a wifebeater and flip flops, he ran across the highway as fast as he could, beer belly nearly smacking him in his own face. As he swan-leaped past me while I was pumping gas, he thanked me for laughing at him and he was really sincere about it. Honestly.
And here comes Kyler with a bowl full of chocolate ice cream made especially for me. I guess that means I should end this.
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