Weekend Not Quite As Planned

It was supposed to be a weekend with a lot of fun and mayhap even a bit of debauchery. Mr. P was being whisked away for the weekend by his grandparents, and we had hours upon hours to ourselves.

Except it didn't quite turn out that way.

This are some conversational snippets, verbatim, from this weekend:

Me: Oh, God. I'm shivering, I've got goosebumps.

Him: It's one hundred degrees and you're shivering? You've got some problems, for sure. Here's another blanket.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Him: Drink this! You need to drink! You're dehydrated!

Me: Since when does dehydration come with a 102 fever?

Him: Trust me, I know these things.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Him: Drink this! You're dehydrated!

Me: I dare you to Google the symptoms for dehydration!

Him: Mutter, mutter...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Him: Drink! You're dehydrated!

Me: I swear, I'm gonna kick you if you say that one more time.

Him: I Googled dehydration, missy, and it said that you could have fever, nausea, and limb tingling.

Me: That is for someone who has been stuck in the Kalahari for days, not me! Go away!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

None of these conversations had even a whiff of debaucherism about them, which was highly disappointing to both of us.

Thus explaining my absence from the blogosphere.

But you know what? The world didn't stop because I didn't post! People will still visit me and comment even if I don't post every single day!

You may laugh, but it took me a very long time to reach this point.

Comments

Awesome Mom said…
I am glad that you are feeling better.
9:43 PM
Family Adventure said…
Bummer the weekend didn't work out as planned...hope you're feeling better now (less dehydrated, per chance?)

And yes, I've come to that realization about the blogosphere, too. A more relaxed approach never hurt anyone!

Happy Wednesday - Heidi
10:27 PM
Anvilcloud said…
Well, I want you to know that my world stopped. Just kidding.
12:46 AM
Suzanne said…
Glad you are feeling better! It sounds like a really tough weekend.
5:19 AM
Steph said…
Glad that you're feeling better. And, yes, we'll still keep coming back and visit even if you don't post every day :)
5:47 AM
dgm said…
DRIIIIIINK!
5:57 AM
Beenzzz said…
No debauchery? That sucks. Sorry you weren't well.
7:16 AM
Heather Plett said…
Unless you get your thrills from hubby force-feeding you liquids, that definitely doesn't sound like debauchery. Guess ya gotta look on the bright side - at least you didn't have to look after Mr. P.!
7:55 AM
Autumn's Mom said…
I hope there is some debauchery in your future soon! Glad you are feeling better :) Nice of hubby to badger you...I mean take care of you!
8:30 AM
Liz said…
Sorry your weekend didn't work out. I hope you are feeling better.
10:56 AM
Nance said…
Holy crap. You and the fam have had more than your share of illness this year.

(Glad I don't live anywhere near you!) LOL.

Feel better.
1:21 PM
chichimama said…
I am so, so sorry. Poor thing.
5:35 PM
Ted said…
HH is right! You gotta flush the evil out! Out devil...out!
9:16 PM
Kelley @ magneto bold too said…
Pity the drinks weren't alcoholic cause a bit of fever and drunkeness coulda turned your man into *insert dreamy unattainable star here*

That is what I am going to do next time I am sick!

Smootches babe, and here is a glass of water...
9:38 PM
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