Adventure. A glorified way of saying that what you planned has taken a series of wrong (or right) turns.
Kassy and I were supposed to go to the salon yesterday to get our hair deep conditioned and enjoy the goodness of superfluous yet necessary feminine pampering. Unfortunately, when her baby Joshua woke up at 6:00 A.M., his runny nose and sinus infection made a grand entrance accompanied by a nasty ear infection. The poor boy was screaming for a while and wouldn't eat. Then Kassy and I went to the pediatrician (who I have to shamelessly mention, was hot. Like Keanu Reeves in better roles minus his poor acting or better yet a very young Christopher Plummer with nice tan and contrived accent hot) and got several prescriptions for Josh.
Needless to say we didn't get our hair done. But we did get in a few good movies, most noteably Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit. Now that is good entertainment my loves.
The downside of all this misadventure is simple: Yesterday night I had a general feeling of listlessness, a low fever and a headache in addition to fuzzy tummy syndrome. It's not so bad today, but I've decided when I have a baby and she / he gets sick, I am going to coat myself in a thick layer of plastic wrap and Lysol. And wear some sort of anti-deathgerm-making face mask.
That oughtta teach the little germies not to mess with me.
2 comments:
Kendall, you're due for retirement.
But yeah...whose cousin haven't you dated? You dated mine. And a brother. And my brother's companion! Oh, that's a riot.
But Wallace and Gromit...that's some serious good filmage. Helena Bonham-Carter does the voice for Lady Tottenham and she has ridiculously huge, offensive lips. Like Julia Roberts with collagen.
They're prolly cousins. And they prolly kiss. It's only natural in England.
It's true. I read a Jane Austin novel about it once.
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