When men are sick
January 9, 2009
At 5 a.m. yesterday I found myself in town at Casey’s (gas station) buying 7 UP and Pepto Bismal for my hubby, who had been up all night with the flu. Here was my conversation with the cashier, a gal I didn’t know, as I checked out.
Cashier in concerned voice: “Oh boy, it looks like you have the flu at your house.”
My reply: “Yes, I’m just glad I don’t have it, too.”
Cashier in very concerned voice: “Oh dear, is it the babies?” (Interesting remark now that my hair is almost all gray!)
My reply: “No, actually it’s my husband.”
Cashier in very emphatic voice: “BIGGER BABY!!!”
Cashier quickly says in very apologetic voice: “Oh I didn’t mean that your husband is like that, it’s just that mine is the biggest baby when he’s sick.”
My reply: “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, hee hee hee hee hee.”
I think I would agree with her, and I’d like to know if this is a universal observation? Is your man a big baby when he’s sick?
33 Barefoot Lane 
May 8, 2009 at 8:35 am
This is my first time blogging, since I am stuck here with a bum ankle and trying not to dwell on it too much. Boy, I am having some good laughs, I might get addicted. … I won’t comment on the ‘BIG BABY’ husband thing. ….I’m sure my man is not like that.
January 30, 2009 at 10:27 am
My dearest son-in-law, please don’t take this to heart, as I am sure that you are one of the “No Baby” sick men out there. Perhaps if you ask your wife she will verify this for you.
January 30, 2009 at 8:59 am
This blog post is inappropriate!
January 14, 2009 at 3:46 pm
Great advice! I hope my hubby doesn’t read this!
January 14, 2009 at 10:07 am
Completely!! But I learned one lesson: don’t ever tell them that. Ever.
January 9, 2009 at 10:53 pm
Ha-ha! That is funny! Glad I didn’t have to get up at 5 am. Although I did get to miss most of a Christmas Eve party, driving around Dassel, then Litchfield, looking for someplace that was open and had Advil for my sick husband. Mind you, we had two non-expired bottles of Tylenol in the cupboard. But it wasn’t working miracles and I don’t know… the thought was that perhaps Advil would?!?
I’d take a day with a puking baby any day. Well, provided it was nothing serious. They get so snuggly!