Me: Can you make carnitas in the crockpot? Chris: <pause, pause, pause> Sure. Me: Will it be good? Chris: <looks up at ceiling, sighs dramatically> Yes. It’ll be good. Me: Are you sure? Chris: Oo-kay? Me: Will it taste like it does down the street? Chris: Where down the street? Me: <eyeroll> You know, at Supermex. And that other one. Chris: That other one. Me: Don’t get smart. You know what I mean, THAT OTHER ONE. Chris: Just make a…
Last week I went to the doctor and found out my hair’s falling out. That was fun. I mean the guy practically threw me out of his office. When they don’t tell you to make a follow-up appointment after giving you 50 injections in the scalp, it might be a sign. But when you ASK if you should come back in 30 days (as is typical) and he says ‘if you want, but you should see Dr. X for a…
We were driving home today when a song came on the radio and in a knee-jerk reaction I busted out singing along, even though I had no freaking idea how I knew the words. Ever since the stroke (wrote about it here and here if you missed), when I know I should remember something but can’t, my brain does this thing where it combs my mind trying to find the memory. I wish I had better words to describe it.…
Me: Hey! This rug’s cool! Chris: What are you doing? (peers around corner) Me: Just looking at this rug… Chris: Honey, no more rugs. We’ve been to four Targets. You’ve seen all the rugs. ——————– Chris and I haven’t done a single thing to our place since he officially moved in last year after the stroke. To be honest I just didn’t really care and it wasn’t a priority. Who cares about how things look when you think you might…