Germ Warfare and How to Woo Your Wife Unit
Scribing at 1:17 a.m. on 2005-01-19
Bleh. Have a cold I've been stuffing back for almost a week; but I will take a cold over the flu ANY day, so I am not complaining. It apparently also snuck up on the Diva and smacked her around as well, but it got her earlier in the day than it got me. She was feeling pretty whupped on at work this morning, but I held out feeling pretty passable until later on in the evening when I finally keeled over on the couch and let the tv watch me for a while.
Nearly every human being I personally know has this creeping crud, so I don't feel too badly on the whole; conversely, I haven't quite made up my mind who to blame for it either. I am most inclined to point a hankie-covered finger at the Diva, since she was sick a goodly bit before I was and spent a lot of time smooching me anyway, the little germy terrorist. I still like her, though. I even like her so much that during an earlier conversation while I was tucking her in before getting dressed for work I averred that if she ever became a zombie, I would let her eat my brains.
Now i'm thinking, that's love. I was joking around, inquiring when I might be able to exercise my conjugal rights and she said 'as soon as you woo me'. I stood next to the bed tucking her in, drew myself up to full height and shouted 'WOOOOOOOOOO!' ... she remained unmoved. Apparently this was not what she had in mind. Huh. Women. Go figure.
Because it is unbelievably cold out and because I am tired as hell of wasting all my gas for nothing, I called out to the Snake Pit to see if there was any point in heading that way at all. V answered the phone (finally!) and said that mormon boy had come in and finished the few projects there were, and ordinarily I was welcome to come in and help him out, but he wasn't planning on staying .. he was getting ready to take off himself. Ah well, it was a darn good idea, though. Hopefully at SOME point this week I will get SOME hours. And hopefully I will be able to restrain myself from going over to mormon boy's house and pounding him into a small greasy patch for continually helping himself to my damn hours. That would be swell. I just really really need to swing the chance to go full time at the shop, which will improve my monetary status by leaps and bounds, I'm sure. Soon, grasshopper, soon.
