Day 17 of #Janblogaday: Things that rhyme.
One of the most fundamental differences between women and men is how they act when they’re not feeling well. Women get the flu and could still go our for a martini or a new pair of shoes. Men get what’s called ‘the man flu’ where a small cough is boisterously overdone with a dying-from-nothing hack that would make any 85-year-old man put down the cards and switch off his hearing aids.
My husband is a 2.5 point Republican and a 9.0 melodramatic sick person. Today he stayed home with a fever, snuffle and cough. The hus knew I’d be needing a blog post for today’s topic, and bless him, I’m very serious when I tell you I got this email at 3:50 pm this arvo.
At home all day sick with a high fever, for some reason, all I could think about was eating bacon. You would think that dreams of a Jamaican vacation would be on my mind. But no they weren’t. I’m sure that between the Advil and DayQuil, my barely lucid thoughts had me feeling a little forsaken in our small apartment. Please don’t be mistaken though, the television shows on during the day are worse than watching The Wiggles, which yes I did happen to have on for a few minutes this morning. I must have fallen asleep for a little bit. As you gradually awaken to the reality that your a grown man and the Wiggles happen to be singing to you from your television, I was faced with some quick actions to take. However unshaken in my determination to quickly turn the channel to stop the mind numbing little dancing men in front of me, I then decided to get up from the couch and make some breakfast. I imagine that, in trying to regain my manhood rather quickly, the thought of bacon must have popped into my mind at some point. And well, for us men, once we have bacon on the brain, its hard to get that to go away.
This is about as far as I get when it comes to rhyming.
This is why men shouldn’t stay home sick. And also why I had to make BLTs for dinner.
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More from #Janblogaday: Day 1: New… year, new resolution. Day 2: Two… things you should never say to your partner. Day 3: Bucket list… of (some un)realistic wishes. Day 4: Pet peeve… fountains are not the new jungle gym. Day 5: Fear not, even if I am a little crazy. Day 6: Embarrassment: Lindsey – 1, Dad – 4. Day 7: The shoe horoscope. Day 8: A little honesty. Day 9: Made with love: Wintery Instagram jam. Day 10: Grandma took my room, so I took her pajamas. Day 11: A husband confession. Day 12: Haiti changed me. Day 13: Top ten ‘why not’ finds at Walmart. Day 14: Guess that food. Day 15: A hug-free, dent-free left-hand side of the road. Day 16: I’m getting my own tube. Tomorrow day 18: Advice.
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