Um, Boxers or Briefs

I get home this evening to find my darlin' husband down right chirpy. He is definitely on the upswing of feeling better! (just in time for more chemo) So he chirped away about work and various things and then out of the blue said "Boxers or briefs?"....HUH? I sat a little baffled. He knows what I wear. I'm afraid I don't wear either boxers or briefs and I won't be going into any detail of what I do wear! So, I looked at him with a confused look on my face...HUH? He came back with the same question, "Boxers or briefs"? Ok, I'll bite....I offered up with much conviction BOXERS!!! (I do think they are cute even on a skinny mini like Roger). To which he replied with a giggle "NO, not when you have diarrhea" Eeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww !!!! I soooooo didn't need to know the details that followed. I know I know you moms and dads out there are immune to this stuff. But, hello NO kids on this end....NOT immune here. I will tell you though, Roger left me in tears with laughter as he proceeded to tell me the story of how he found out BRIEFS are the only way to go when suffering with intestinal issues. So, you all have now been appropriately educated about what to wear when suffering intestinal challenges.

The other amusing story this week involves one of our cats, a chipmunk, and Roger. Roger was sitting outside in our backyard/courtyard early one morning this week eating breakfast. He let our ferocious I mean...FURocious hunter Yoda the cat out to prowl. Roger said the cat hadn't been outside more than 5 minutes when the cat returned to the courtyard with one little chipmunk dangling from his mouth. He walked up proudly to Roger to show off his toy. Now, if I had been home to witness this little show-n-tell there would be a stream of obscenities spewed at Yoda at a somewhat frenzied pitch followed by me chasing Yoda and screaming "put him down". I like to pretend that we all live in harmony. Anyway, I digress. Roger calmly tells Yoda "no" (no obscenities....obviously NOT me) and Yoda drops the chipmunk at Roger's feet. Roger gets up and puts Yoda back in the house. (BAD kitty). Then Roger sits back down with the chipmunk at his feet. Roger then proceeded to tell me that as he sat at the table munching on his breakfast he had his foot gently resting near the chipmunk. He rhythmically tapped his foot up and down lightly on the chipmunk giving him rodent CPR. He said after a few seconds, or maybe a minute, the little critter got up, stumbled around a little and then slowly scurried off. Gotta love my hubby!

So, that's it for today. Its a good day but you could probably figure that out. Roger feels pretty OK especially compared to how he has felt for the past 5-6 days. Intestinal issues still linger but he isn't balled up in a fetal position on the sofa or sitting like a zombie in his chair. I think we are actually going to try to get down to the boat this weekend. Should be a good weekend.

Have a great weekend!! Stay hydrated. Enjoy your people and enjoy life.
Love, A & R