Conversation in my kitchen this morning:
John: “Are you on your way to your Iconoclast infusion?”
Me: “It’s Reclast*, not Iconoclast, but yes.” (He also calls Tessalon cough pills “Teflon pills”.)
John: “Were you intending to wear your slippers?”
Me:
Me: “Why yes, apparently I was.”
That my friends, is the eleventy billionth and eleventy billionth and one reasons why we have to stay married to each other. He makes sure that I don’t go out in public in my jammies and slippers, and I make sure he knows the right names for prescription drugs.
*Reclast is the infusion I get once a year to treat osteoporosis.
Well, at least if you had worn your slippers, they are nice-looking … 🙂
I went to an end of school party one year in my house slippers. Did not notice until I happened to look down during dinner. What the heck, summer vacation had started! 🙂 Nice to have a partner who looks out for you.
They must be comfy slippers…
They’re pretty snazzy slippers, at least. You guys do fit well together!
Hey – those slippers pass for street wear – much better than some things that sear my retinas these days. But what a sweet marriage!
Division of labor; very important in any relationship.