Last night I spewed old food like six or seven times. Today I’ve been lucky enough to feel a little better, though the fever has persisted.
I hate being sick. It’s pretty miserable. Movies are fun to watch, but when you’re sick they’re just not nearly as good I think.
Anyway…
…So today, while I was laying on the couch ready to spew my guts out I tried to toughen up and ask my wife if she’d like to play a game with me. I wasn’t feeling all the way better, but I thought I’d give it a chance.
We played Yahtzee. It is our game of choice. We have our own rules on how to play. Some of them go as follows:
- You can’t scratch anything. Instead you are allowed to take “boobs”. (instead of scratching a category or putting a zero, instead you put two zeros, thus creating “boobs”). For example: Common, common just give me a three…Crap, no three. I guess I’ll just have to take boobs on my ones.
- To decide who goes first you each roll all the dice. You then determine whose first by a poker count. You know, whoever rolled the better poker hand wins and gets to go first.
- The first task of the game is to give yourself a name on your score card. Names suck as “scooter McSquirts” or “Tiny Tim Wears Rubber Boots” or “Wiggles” or what have you.
Anyway, we played a game or three and here are some of the things that she did to me during these three games:
- Got three yahtzees in one game!
- Rolled a yahtzee on a single roll (thats like statistically impossible or something)
- Laughed and giggled at me (the sick boy) ’cause I’ve gotten so chubby I now have armpit fat! I didn’t even know that armpit fat existed, but there it is on my body. I’m ashamed. Ashamed and over weight. I’m the fattest skinny guy I know and it’s pathetic.
In conclusion, I would hope that the rest of you will treat your spouses with more respect when they’re sick. You know, letting them win Yahtzee, not making fun of their fat pits, not rolling statistically impossible rolls of dice…you know, all the usual things.
…though, on second thought, I guess my wife does take good care of me asside from that short list. She makes me soup and gets me movies and rubs my shoulders and stuff. It’s just hard to think of anything but her pit fat comments right now. It hurts you know?
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i dont ever want to hear the words “pit fat” again. ever.
that jess, shes a lucky one. she wins every raffle shes ever entered. (even when we switch raffle tickets!) lucky son of a bench.
I like it when tara uses fake profanities. I too am sick (with the strep) and I am not lucky enough to have a spouse to take care of me today (he did yesterday tho). So you know what you do in a situation like that? You sleep. You sleep for 17 hours. That’s right. Seven. Teen. Hours. awesome.
hope you feel better soon. Spewing really blows… (ha… see what I did there?)
“Spewed Food”
I like to think that that would be pronounced “Spood Food”.
Maybe its just me?
i went the opposite direction with "spewd fewd"….
i heart yahtzee. me and the mister play all different ways, too. like instead of yelling yahtzee, and i do mean YELL, we might choose to yell “MALASIA!”
we are also quite fond of nazi-yahtzee, which is where every other round you have to go in order… first roll MUST be for ones, second for twos…
mmmmgames.
nazi yahtzee. That rocks my world. I love it and I shall try it.