The Worst

Two of the worst things happened this last week (short of nuclear disaster). The first one was the absolute grossest thing I have had to do since diapers. After a delightful lunch of grilled cheese and a tomato, I dutifully went to take my vitamins. In spite of my husband's profession, I still despise vitamins and have a lot of trouble with them sometimes. This was one of those times. I gagged and completely hurled up my whole lunch...into a sink full of dishes (which I have since vowed to never procrastinate again). There is nothing, NOTHING more disgusting than doing dishes covered in...well, it was gross.


The next thing though, was far, far worse. For weeks, the spousal unit has been stressing out BIG time at work because the vice president of the whole company was scheduled to come see his store with all its revisions. He had worked really, REALLY hard to make everything perfect, and I had been doing my little part too. His shirt, his pants and even his tie was ironed (he stopped me before I ironed his undershirt and socks, but I was headed that way). Then, the night before the big day, he asked me to cut his hair. Can you see it already? In spite of my hair-cutting disabilities, I have his style down to a science. I use the very biggest buzzer attachment that we have and shave his whole head, then go in for the close-up work. It turns out a tad too short, but nothing that a week won't take care of. That was exactly what I did this time...except for the biggest buzzer attachment part. I accidentally grabbed the wrong one. It was awful. I had done a third of his head before I realized my mistake. There was just no going back by then. I am very lucky and grateful that (after a few hours) my husband is a forgiving man.

The visit went off with flying colors, in spite of the haircut. He even rolled out a red carpet for the guy, which his visitor thought was hilarious (luckily). He ended up having tons of customers during the visit and was really able to show off his knowledge (which is a lot) and his salesmanship, in spite of his, um, helpful and supportive wife.