I spent yesterday replenishing the larder--a huge investment of time and cash. Then, today, I went out to get some cherry juice for Mike since it is supposed to be good for flushing out the uric acid that causes gout. Then, I had to run out to the store once again. I have been thinking, "Mike's birthday next Thursday," for nearly two weeks now. I just didn't realize until sometime this afternoon that "next Thursday" had actually arrived. I'm a terrible wife. Happy Birthday, Mike!
On September 29, I had the closing on my condo. Everything that was not going to the buyers was out and packed in the ABF moving truck which had by the been taken over to the storage units. Don thought it would take him until Wednesday to finish packing the truck with the help of his son. It took him until late Thursday with Chris' help and mine. Kevin was supposed to help load as well but he was in a mountain bike accident and wrecked his shoulder the week before. That added driving him to doctor appointments to my to do list and dong some shopping for him plus jobs around the house that might need two functioning upper limbs. We stayed with Kevin on Friday night after the closing and then had a suite in an extended stay place for the coming week. This was the worst possible time to have to get a room because the prices balloon during leaf peeping season if you can even find a room at all. But it was close to the storage units where we were working and it was dog friendly. We ju
You are a good wife. You went to the store the day after big grocery shopping to buy cherry juice for Mike's gout. How great and giving is that?
ReplyDeleteYou better shape up! Bob and I are guilty of forgetting each other's birthdays.
ReplyDeleteHope Mike gets his gout under control quickly.
Actually, you sound like the average husband.
ReplyDeleteDid you put a bow on the cherry juice? That would work.
Happy Birthday Mike! And you're a lovely wife! You dedicated a post to your husband! ;-)))
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