I’ve survived some minor abdominal surgery, just a couple of days ago. Very brave, I thought.
My spouse thinks it’s hilarious to follow me as I teeter across the room, singing, “Here comes Uncle Joe, he’s moving kind of slow…”. Always just out of stiking range, the bastard.
But you know when they bring you that ginger ale with the bendy straw you really are an object of true pity. It’s enough to make you want to wimper. Can anything make you feel more pathetic?
And, after a huge blanket of snow delivered this afternoon, it is now raining some sort of ice pellets that are making a hell of a noise on the windows. It is, at the same time, thundering and lightening!
My husky dog was the happiest dog on earth ealier as we got pounded by snow. But now even he’s confused. This weather has a certain biblical feel to it. You know it’s the full moon right?
Speaking as a firstborn, I’d have to agree. The plagues in general are a drag… how 'bout raining jellybeans from heaven, hmm? Is that too much to ask? Nooooooo, it has to be locusts and sores and blah blah blah…
Well, they did in ancient times. But this is almost the 21st century. My guess is that the Deities have changed with the times, and if they’re gonna send a plague, it’s going to be an Equal Opportunity Plague.
Just have to say that the bendy straw is definitely a sign of love, especially when presented in a small glass of cold ginger ale to a sick/injured/post-op person. I have two bendy straws (individually wrapped) stashed in the silverware drawer for just such an emergency. Most effective when served with Campbell’s chicken noodle soup and saltine crackers - guaranteed to make even broken bones mend faster, especially if accompanied by stroking of the hair and sympathetic noises.