22 January 2010

Blink, blink, nose wiggle.


I am sitting at my computer (on the couch, in pjs), sick as a dog. I have been sick all week and the kids were sick even earlier (they are who made me sick). The husband got in last night from his week in Munchen, so I sent him off to the pool with the kids for Thing1's lesson (he will swim with Thing2 while 1 is learning). I packed their bag, their clothes, their snacks, their water shoes, their cover ups and towels. I told the husband he needed to add his swim trunks and water shoes and have 1 euro for the locker.

He just called me from the swimhall to tell me he forgot his trunks.

What should I do? I tried teleportation, but it didn't work. Crossing my arms and blinking hard didn't work either.

(edit- I ran down in my pjs and gave him the trunks- I guess my suggestion of borrowing a pair from the Lost & Found didn't fly.)

4 comments:

Lynda said...

Never could work out why it is that when 'they' forget something, it is 'our' fault...

Gute Besserung
Get Well Soon... don't give it to me, I had it over Christmas and that was enough.

Got some Chicken Soup on the burner?

G in Berlin said...

Exactly what my mom said, but since there are no edible canned German soups, the answer is no. I did make a very good chili two days ago, but the kids can't eat it, so I have salmon and rice in the oven. Tomorrow I will go to the Arab market and buy: chicken, onions, carrots, dill, celery, celery root and parsle. then I can make the soup and by afternoon, perhaps rest and enjoy it:).I usually have some in the freezer, but I have been running the freezer down in expectation of moving quite soon (within Berlin, I'll post more later).

giz said...

Thanks for visiting our blog and I appreciated your comment. I agree that the DanActive drink is too sweet.
I had to laugh at the forgotten trunks - why does it seem that when men get married they check their memories at the door?

AstroYoga said...

You are a better wife than me. He would have had to figure out something that didn't involve getting me sick butt off of the couch.....