Showing posts from August, 2013

"Maybe It's Just Gas."

It started on Friday afternoon as a stomach ache.  I took a nap and when I woke up, I had a stomach ache.  In a few more hours, I had a stomach ache.  I ate a little Shabbos dinner then we went to lie down - just me and my stomach ache.  The only difference is now I'm crying because I'm in pain.  The girls are freaking out because Daddy is lying on the bed crying.
Roll around 10 PM and everyone is going to bed.  "Wait!  You all just can't leave me." Kirby gently suggested I call my doctor.  "It's 10 o'clock, I don't want to bug him." "Charles, you're CRYING." "Yeah, but..."
Here's the "but".  Guys get a bad rap for not seeking prompt medical treatment.  Here's the thing: 1) I'm looking at an ER visit, at least $100 - $150 that I can think of other things to do with. 2) I haven't been stabbed, I have a freakin' tummy ache.  I'm going to sit in ER for hours; and 3) And this one's important …

Her house is still a dream

Amalia got a $25 Target card for her birthday  She's so excited.

"I don't know what to get."
"Just remember that you really can only buy $22.50 worth of stuff."
"What do you mean?"
"You have to pay taxes."
"Oh man.  That's terrible."
"We should write them an angry letter."
"Who do you suggest we send it to?"
"How about that person behind the counter?"

You know the husband chair at women's clothing stores?  They should have one in the Barbie aisle at Target.  I thought I was going to kill myself.