So, you guys, guess who got the ManCold? Yup, apparently picking up dirty tissues and sleeping right next to a sick person will, indeed, get you sick. Of course, I can’t let a little head cold get me down. And it is nothing more than a little head cold. I’ve done more in the first 12 hours of this cold than he did in a week. But he thinks it’s because “it hasn’t kicked in yet”. Right. Might not have anything to do with the fact I actually took something for it when he suffered for a week refusing to take anything but Nyquil at night. Dayquil, people — it is the wonder drug.
I made some homemade guacamole today. Dudes, I really adore me some guac. Publix had avocados on sale for $1.25 each. I already had onions and tomatoes and garlic, so basically I made a whole mess of guacamole for $1.25! Now I’m going to eat the snot out of it while watching basketball. Speaking of basketball…
Today is the SEC tournament semi-finals. A die-hard University of Kentucky fan, Hubby was so super excited about watching the Cats play TN this afternoon. But big time FAIL for our local ABC affiliate, TV20, whose antennae conked out at approximately 12:45 pm (with the UK game tip-off set for 1 pm.) But I don’t’ expect much more from a station that is more or less run by interns. We headed to Beef ‘O Bradys and had a nice little lunch while watching the game.
During halftime, I picked Hubby’s brain for this week’s blog posts. He suggested I write about the difference between men and women when they are sick. Um, too late. I guess I could always write about other differences, such as when men just can’t see messes and let them sit for a million years before women clean them up. Such as this example:
This is a pitcher of lemonade made with real lemons that he got from a student at Valentine’s day (I know — weird gift but whatev.) VALENTINE’S DAY. That was a month ago. He immediately made this lemonade, drank one glass, set it on the counter where it has stayed for 4 weeks. Those lemons? Rotten. Like to the CORE rotten. Like green stuff all up in those lemons. But I feel like he should be the one to get rid of that mess, right? Do you hear me ladies? So now it’s a battle of wills that I’m apparently fighting myself because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even NOTICE the green lemons anymore. *sigh*
But then we came up with a really great series to celebrate the only time of year I actually enjoy sports — MARCH MADNESS PEOPLE. Get excited!
Here’s where I need your help. You know how guys who are really into sports have their own little secret language? It’s like Twin Speak or Pig Latin or something; little shorthand phrases they use to describe plays or players or refs. Like, for instance, “THAT PLAY WAS NASTY!” or “WAHOHOHOHOH THAT DUNK WAS SICK!” You know you, your men and/or men friends do this! So I need you to leave those phrases in the comments, email me or friend me on Facebook (that’s right, I’m going there) and leave it on my wall. I’m planning this one for Tuesday, so don’t let me down! You guys blow my mind with your clever-ness and wit!
Watch for my basketball themed series next week and if you want to get in on the hot bracket making action and you’re a bloggy person, Cathy from Antsy Pants is coordinating a little sumthin’ sumthin’ so go visit her or tweet her!