Sunday, October 18, 2009

The Bird

Sadly, I have a lot of joint problems. When I get up from sitting too long, I sound like someone is stepping on bubble wrap. Little pops and cracks sound as I walk. I crack my knuckles and neck often to alleviate the pressure that builds up in those spots. Whenever I do yoga, my body sounds like a bebe gun going off. My mom has rheumatoid arthritis and I’m pretty sure I have it too.

A couple of weeks ago, I felt like a number of my joints has swelled but I couldn’t quite tell because I’m used to looking at them all the time. Nothing looked out of the ordinary to me. My finger joints were especially tender to the touch and hurt more than usual. I decide to ask someone else for an opinion.
My husband was sitting at his computer watching another set of Muppet clips on YouTube when I approached.

“I think my joints are swollen. Can you take a look?”

I stuck up my middle finger for him to look at, because it was the most painful of the bunch.

“Oh very nice. I’m just sitting here bothering no one and you come over here and give me the bird! Very nice!”

I honestly hadn’t even put two and two together. However, I started laughing uncontrollably when I realized what I had done.

I told him that it wasn’t a joke that I was really asking for his opinion. It just happened that the joint that was bothering the most and that I thought was swollen was my middle finger. But he didn’t believe me.

So for all I know, I was going through a brief bout of gout or an arthritic flare up but I’ll never know if he agreed with me because I was not so nice to him. Sometimes pain just makes you do crazy things!

The Box of Chocolates

My husband claims that he doesn’t like sweets. I do occasionally crave them when I’m stressed or just want something to calm me down after a hard day. There isn’t much that comes close to that feeling of satisfaction that one gets after a delicious piece of chocolate. My preference is dark chocolate.

About a month ago I bought a box of chocolate to give as a gift to someone. I hadn’t yet given it to them because I’ve been busy and so has she. Then one day I pulled the box out of the refrigerator to check on it. (I put them in the fridge so that they don’t melt.) The box felt suspiciously lighter than I had remembered when I bought it. And, the plastic wrap that covered the box was gone. I know I put on a quizzical look because I wondered who could have eaten some of the chocolates. I opened the box to find only 3 chocolates left. Could the dogs have learned how to open the fridge door? Could they have been feasting on these luxurious chocolates when I wasn’t in the house?? Hmmmm.

As I normally do, I ask my husband questions when things seem out of place or odd. So, I walked into the bedroom with the aforementioned pilfered piece box of chocolate. I shook it in my hand and said to him “Any ideas about who has been eating these chocolates?’ He blushed and try to avoid my eye contact. RED HANDED!!

“I don’t know!” he mumbled without looking at me.

So then I said “I thought you didn’t like sweets!!??”

“I couldn’t help it. Godiva chocolates are so good!”

I turned around and walked out of the room. It’s nice to know that Godiva makes such good chocolates that it can convert a professed ‘non-sweets’ lover into a cocoa thief. But I was still upset that I’d have to spend the money to buy a replacement box for my friend.
MEN!!