hubby: don't tell me [it's clear here that he knows me all too well & knew what was coming]
me: you're going to die [exactly what he was expecting]
me: i've moved on from "omg, i have this, i'm going to die " to "omg, he really does have this, i'm going to be a widow"
nursing school is oh so bad for me
me: Nursing school: the education gained while daily thinking you or a loved one has the ailment you are studying, thus living in daily fear of dying or becoming a widow. [I like that one. And I made it up myself.]
hubby: so true
After that I went on with my merry day, forgetting about my future widow status, & merrily got myself a coffee. Sitting in my truck, Nate Dogg & Warren G Regulatin' on my playlist (I'm stuck in the '90's, don't be hatin', haters), all sorts of life observances rambling about in my head, I took a sip of my coffee. That's when it happened.
I felt something fall onto my leg.
I looked down...
|This close to payday means this|
is not a Starbucks coffee.
Not sure what you're looking at? Let me help you with that.
|Everyone knows coffee with cream & sugar|
goes well with seafood.
Why yes, Virginia, that is a shrimp tail. On my leg. Fallen from my just-bought coffee cup.
No, I don't know how it got there. Yes, I looked around to see if...I don't know what. But I looked around the parking lot 'cause that's what you do when you don't understand what just happened. No one explained to me why a shrimp tail fell off the bottom of my cup & I do believe at one point I Prince Faced the store I just bought my coffee from.
'Cause...you know...shrimps don't belong on coffee cups. And then I laughed 'cause...well...it's really funny to find shrimps on coffee cups.
So here's my problem. At this store you get your own coffee. You pull the cups out of a hole in the wall (why does that sound so bad?) that is at about my thigh level & sticking straight out of the wall. If there was a shrimp tail on the bottom of my cup...#1 how did I not notice it?...#2 how did I not knock it off when I grabbed the cup?...#3 how did I not knock it loose while setting it under the various coffee & creamer machines I used?...#4 or when I carried it to the counter, set it on the counter, carried it outside? #5 at least it wasn't in my cup....#6 the poor guy who drank out of the cup before me...
I have never before stored shrimps in the visor of my truck, nor have I ever stuck them into the roof of my truck, so I can guarantee it did not fall from above me. Though I did look just to see if I would be receiving more gifts such as this one shriveled up meatless shrimp tail.
After all of that today, tonight I had this chat with the hubs after sending him an email:
me: i accidentally sent you a recipe that was supposed to go to me
i just automatically put your name in it instead of mine
hubby: thought that was odd
like "hint, make this tomorrow"
me: send it back!
i knew you would think it was that lol
give it back to me!!
you can't keep that
hubby: (or check your sent?) lol
ok, I sent it back
me: no, it was easier to tell you to do it
me: i did check my sent
when it didn't come back to me i saw i sent it to you
so i yelled at you to send it back
What a day.