I have to thank Mandy for expanding my vocabulary last week with a term I found so absolutely hilarious, I had to pass it on to Mr. W. Mandy is brilliant and should be in charge of writing Merriam-Webster’s next Collegiate Dictionary. I know, you’re wondering what the term was… Well, read below and I’m sure it’ll jump right out at you.
Somewhere between Saturday and Monday I caught a little stomach bug. Mr. W and I saw an awful U2 cover band (broke my heart, seriously) at House of Blues on Saturday night and then went down to Newport and rollerbladed along the beach Sunday. He made a fantastic dinner and I fell asleep on the couch—from what I thought was post-rollerblading exhaustion. Turns out the exhaustion lasted right into Monday and was accompanied by body aches. Then my stomach got all topsy-turvy and I realized I was probably dying of e coli or arsenic poisoning.
Or maybe I just had a little touch of the flu.
Anyway, by last night, I’d had enough. I was uncomfortable on the inside and outside and I was whimpering my woes to Mr. W over IM.
His response: “Why don’t you go to CVS and get some Imodium for your tummy and some baby wipes for your no-no hole?”
I wiped a tear of pride from my eye, realizing that his continual exposure to my obnxiousness is paying off, and today I love him more than ever.