Hubby simultaneously amuses me and annoys me when he talks about what I do for a living. Up until not long ago, when someone asked him what his wife did, he would tell them that she was a typer.

I took a bit of offense to that, because typing is just inputting other people’s words into a computer. That’s not what I do. I did a little of that when I was younger, but now it’s my own words, therefore I’m writing.

I tried to explain that to Hubby, but he just looked at me like I was explaining the chemical makeup of Leptovox. He doesn’t get it at all. He reasons that since I’m not writing stuff out by hand, that makes me a typer. Not a typist, mind you, but a typer. But I decided to leave that alone and tackle one issue at a time.

After much debating, he finally told me he would start telling people that I’m a writer. But I can just hear him now: “She calls herself a writer, but I don’t see her writing anything. All she does is sit in front of the computer and type.”

Oh well. I don’t really understand the nuts and bolts of what he does for a living. I know he cuts down trees and brush around power lines, but when he comes home and tells me about the specifics of what he did that day, I just kind of smile and nod. I guess it’s all the same.

I think that should be in the running for the strangest blog post title ever! Allow me to tell the story behind it, which I promised to do in my last post.

When Pumpkin and I got back home from the doctor the other day, she was in tears with pain. I got her some ice to put on her hand and went to the medicine cabinet to get her some Advil to take. She only had about three doses of the liquid kind left, so I dug out some Children’s Advil pills that I had bought a few months ago. She hadn’t done very well with them at the time, but I’ve had some luck getting her to take allergy pills that were larger than those recently, so I figured I would try them again.

So I got her two of those and a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and headed back to the living room. She grimaced at first, but agreed to try them. After all, she hates the liquid kind.

She put the first one in her mouth, took a drink of water, and swallowed it on the first try. I praised her for doing so well, then gave her the other one. That’s when the fun began.

She didn’t make it on the first try with that one, but I told her it was okay, to keep trying. I remember how hard it was when I first had to take a pill as a child. She tried several more times, each time taking a bigger drink of water, to no avail. She began to get frustrated, and took a really huge drink of water, tossed her head back, and tried really hard to swallow. Her cheeks were all puffed out because she had so much water in her mouth, and as she tried to swallow the pill, her eyes (which were already as big around as saucers) crossed. She looked like a cross-eyed frog.

I couldn’t help but laugh. And you know how contagious laughter is. I saw a smile creep up on her face, her cheeks still full of water. Before I knew it, the freezing cold water was all over both of us, and we were both laughing so hard that tears were rolling down our cheeks.

The pill didn’t come out of her mouth with the water, and she eventually swallowed it somehow between giggles. We both had to change clothes, and we laughed about it off and on for the rest of the evening.

If that water had been any colder, it would have been ice. But I’m glad that happened, because it took Pumpkin’s mind off of her hand for a while. And it still gives me the giggles thinking about it. Good times.

It has been hot up here in the mountains for early June. Temperatures have been steadily in the eighties since the beginning of the month. It has been a little toasty in the house with no AC, but so far I’ve been able to live with it. But over the next week it’s supposed to cool down… according to the local weather website, quite a bit. See the notes for Thursday below:

High near zero, low near zero, huh? Well, if anyone out there is planning on coming to take advantage of this area’s fine golf courses, you might want to either come right now or put up your golf bags for another couple of weeks. And if that’s what they call pleasant, they’re seriously warped!

I was just thinking of a funny story, and thought I would share. It has been a good ten years since it happened, but I remember it well to this day.

When I was in college, I worked in the kitchen at the local hospital. Not a glamorous job by any means, but it was one of the most fun places I’ve ever worked. I had my sister-in-law to thank for the job, because she was the public relations manager there and talked to the kitchen manager for me.

I had been working there for a while, and we had to go to inservices every so often. They were a drag, but they weren’t terribly frequent. Then one day I started seeing fliers about how we were all going to be going on cruises or something. I was a bit confused, but just kind of shrugged it off because I knew it was too good to be true.

As it turned out, the “cruises” were actually a new series of required inservices. We had to go to one every week or two, and let me tell you they were BORING. Most of them had absolutely nothing to do with my job either, so that made me hate sitting through them that much more.

I went home from work after a particularly boring one, and a while later the phone rang. I answered, and it was my sis-in-law. She asked me how my day was at work, and I said, “It was okay, except I had to sit through another one of those boring inservices.” She proceeded to inform me that she was the one who had been in charge of the whole thing. Woopsie.

She didn’t let me live that down for a long time. But at least she was able to laugh about it. I still don’t see how she could not find those things utterly dull and pointless, though.