Thursday, August 23, 2012

Random abstract observations during my recent illness . . .


The longer I go without washing my hair, the darker my low-lights get.

I should dust BEHIND the blinds.

The cat box cannot go three consecutive days without being scooped or the cats will wrap it in crime scene tape.

It is very isolating being deaf.

I am Brawny Man’s strong tower,

the place where he feels safe.

I don’t have time to be this sick.



Unspoken said...

Ohhhhh you poor woman!

yoborobo said...

DEB! What? I am so out of the loop I didn't know you were sick. This must stop immediately! Be gone, bugs!
Sending virtual chicken soup and hugs. xox

audrey said...

Oh, Deb, this is awful!! It sounds like you are improving, but slowly. I will offer up every move I make today for you to get better SOON!!!!!!
Love you!! ♥

Ces Adorio said...

Oh wow, you have two tone hair, gold and golden. Mine are black and Pain's grey.

Ces Adorio said...

I mean Payne's grey!!!

Amazing what we see when our sense of hearing is diminished.

:) Tsup!

~Babs said...

Brawny Man feels your strength anyway, as will he always.
Continued prayers,,,

please feel better soon.
What? oh,
I said please feel better soon.
Can you hear me now?

kj said...

i'm late to the party; the quiet party in this case. are you any better? i hope hope so.

do you think it is mean that babs is whispering? heeheehee or to engender a familiar comfort: had har har!

you are right that it is unacceptable that you are sick now. very unfair and it needs to stop. !!!!

feel better, deb. add my prayers to pam's chicken soup.


Unknown said...

I can't help but to be amazed by your observations. Its quite quirky and some are weird. But it put smile on my face. Thanks for sharing.
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Wendy said...

Hope you're feeling better now. I do remember that feeling of being my husband's rock, his anchor, his safe place to be. No time to be ill.
Sending gentle hugs your way.