October 19, 2005

Playing Hooky

Home again today; Mister MacFarland had his top-end roto-rooted this morning, pumped full of the same drugs they gave him for his colonoscopy last week, and so I played chauffeur. He's hilarious after these things, all high and wobbly, hollering at the top of his lungs when the recovery room nurse rips the tape off his IV and depilates his hand. I mean, they ran a pipe down his esophagus, snaked the cakeline, carved out some chunks for biopsy, took pictures, and left...and he's bitching about his arm hairs?

I tried really, really hard not to laugh. Game face. Ba-HAWHAWHAWHAW!

He's downstairs now, sipping India tea with his pinky extended and watching the six-hour version of Pride and Prejudice. Meanwhile, I'm upstairs with a cold beer, cleaning our guns and watching Band of Brothers.

We have a weird relationship, do Mister MacFarland and I. Every once in a while, though, the rare day like today...and it works for us...

Posted by Queenie at October 19, 2005 11:18 AM | TrackBack

darlin, can't say i'm fully jealous, cause ain't nothing sadder than a needy man...but being as you have a beer and a band of brothers, i'm very jealous.. rock on!!

Posted by: shoe at October 19, 2005 02:16 PM


Posted by: Bane at October 19, 2005 02:16 PM

Hilarity ensues.

You know, I know my DH was the one for me the day he came over to fix the sewing machine and my mother made a comment about our "weird relationship" because I was outside, mowing the lawn while he was inside, fixing the sewing machine and repairing my curtains.

Whatever works, babydoll. Whatever works.

Posted by: Margi at October 19, 2005 02:33 PM

Whew! Yer back!

Posted by: Bane at October 19, 2005 08:25 PM

Damn, woman! I just love reading shit like this.
Soul uh,... friends we must be.

If only you lived on my block.

Posted by: Dave S. at October 21, 2005 04:47 PM
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