skibigsky's Diaryland Diary

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Rollin', rollin', rollin', RAWHIDE

Mr. V. is still sick. At least he’s sick enough that he’s not protesting (too much) about not getting out of bed. I fully anticipate that as the antibiotics kick in during the next couple of days, this will change. At least the standard poodle is getting better (his toe is looking more like a regular toe, and less like a cartoon re-enactment of one). And I think that Mr. V. will be getting better, and will become more of a handful in the next couple of days. I am fully anticipating that by Monday, he’s going to want to go on bike rides, run errands, and work on the MINI. All of which will kill him if he does so. So he’ll whine about not doing anything, then will do stuff against all my protests, and will then collapse into bed forv3 days. Which will put me I hot water with Charles, who is REALLY hoping that Mr. V. will be healthy by the time we leave for Topeka.

Speaking of Charles, he’s been rather cute. He knows that Mr. V. is sick, and knows what a PITA Mr. V. can be. So Charles has been sympathetic – at least not teasing me too much when I send hi m emails whining about how much Mr. V. sucks as a patient. And that, kids, is the sign of a true friend. And before anyone starts to seriously read anything into the ‘second husband’ thing, let me just say emphatically that Charles is like my father, except that Charles sends me really dirty jokes via email, while my father only sends me R-rated jokes (I’ll always be his little girl!). But he’s also a great moral support. Because he understands Mr. V. so well. And since he is Mr. V.’s friend first, and his first loyalty is to Mr. V., as is mine, we’ve got a common goal, which makes the basis for a great friendship.

So while Mr. V. is sick, I’ve found myself with all sorts of fun ‘guy’ tasks (yes, I believe in a division of labor among the sexes in my case – this is why I have a ‘second husband’ – I need someone to deal with these ‘manly’ tasks). I’ve got to go buy 10 gallons of 104-octane unleaded gas for my MINI, and 112-octane leaded for the Miata. A task that would be Mr. V.’s, but he’s sick, and a task that Charles would do, but he’s 650 miles away in California, and won’t have the time to do it when he gets here. Besides, I need to take the truck so none of our other vehicles will smell like gas. So…. I’ll be buying a new torque wrench, too (another thing on the list – I got an email from Charles at 2am, a few days ago, stating that he had woken up realizing that we needed a new torque wrench… at least he also realizes that Freud would have a field-day with his midnight-awakenings….).

Okay, these are ALL GUY TASKS.

*ahem.

But I will do them, and it will make me a better person. But so help me gods, Charles, where are you?!? Car 54, where are you?!?

Yeah. I’m now dating myself. We are watching a DVR’ed ‘Rawhide’ (Clint – when did you EVERY look that young? Were you 17, or what?!?), and I just did a little research on Tom Jones. I clearly need a scotch and a full lobotomy.

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave….

*ahem. I’m not checking out. I’m just getting ready for bed. I’m just beginning to question my sanity at times.