so about two or three weekends ago i got some kind of stomach bug. i mean i was real sicky. ralphing up a lung, all morning, all day. went to urgent care [thought i might have toxic shock aka i'm a hypochondriac], couldn't sit in the waiting room so i laid in my car until they called me. i got sick while mr. nurse was trying to weigh me / get my blood pressure. can't they see i'm dying! who cares how much i weigh?! laid on one of those hard beds in the dark, they gave me my first ever IV. after i felt better i thought "i should have brought my camera."
benny was so sweet to take really great care of me. he even made me a bed on the floor so i wouldn't keep sleeping on the bathmat. i really couldn't stand up. my sweet hubs also went to the pharmacy to pick up all my perscriptions [between a recent visit to the dermatologist and this stomach bug i had like a million rx's to get]. he finally made his way home, eventually i got to feeling better. i walk in the kitchen and find this:
what in the what!?!
my sweet husband apparently also has a sweet tooth [or teeth].
yes that is 4 boxes of little debbie snacks. yep as tall as me as they sit on the counter. maybe i cussed.
please note: the 'big pack.'
this is why we don't go to the store.