can it be weekend already, please?

OK, sorry I've totally sucked at blogging this week. I have no good excuses except that life is busy and when I have a few spare moments at night, I'd rather be lazy and READ blogs rather than write one. And also, nothing exciting has happened that inspires me to rise above my laziness. Thus-- no blogging.

ANYWAY. So today I had a dentist appointment (I KNOW, how many of your favorite stories start with THAT intro?). In itself, it was completely boring and un-noteworthy (no cavities, FYI) except that it reminded me of one of my favorite stories about my husband.

Over the years, I've gone to more than a few doctor's appointments with Matt. The ones I've attended are typically at a prompt care place on the weekend, when he's sick with the flu or a virus or whatever and I haven't had anything better to do than just tag along and "take care" of him at the visit. Every time you go to the doctor (or dentist, as the case may be) they ask you if you have any allergies. Usually they even ask it in writing, too, on that form you fill out while you're waiting in the lobby with the people who sound like they have The Plague and you're focusing really hard on NOT BREATHING THEIR AIR. So anyway, right. The allergy question. Not that tricky.

But on more than one occasion, I've been sitting in the exam room with Matt when the doctor, about to complete the diagnosis and write a prescription, drops the question on him: "Any allergies I need to know about?"

At this point, Matt squints as he thinks, and then shakes his head slowly. "Naa--oh yeah. Bee stings."

The end.

At this point I wait. Really, Matt?? You're done? Bee stings?

The doctor goes back to his computer, assuming Matt is done listing his allergies. "Bee stings, eh? I don't know HOW I'm going to treat this sinus infection without using the bees! Back to your hive, boys!" That HAS to be what he's thinking.

At this point, ever the micromanaging wife, I gently butt in: "Ummm...aren't you allergic to penicillin?"

The doctor snaps up. Penicillin?? Are you allergic to that?

Matt nods in the affirmative. "Oh, yeah. I am allergic to penicillin. Sorry. Forgot."

And for some reason, this just KILLS ME (in a dying-laughing sort of way, not in an angry way). Every time!! He remembers to inform the doctor that he's allergic to BEE STINGS (which is relevant information, I'm sure, if he had just been stung by a bee or had a strange rash or something, but probably not what the doc was looking for when he's writing a prescription) but neglects to think of the PENICILLIN??!! HAHAHA! 

If you think this is the stupidest story ever, then I'm sorry for wasting your time. But I thought about it today when the dentist was double-checking my allergies, and I momentarily considered telling her I was allergic to grass pollen JUST IN CASE she was thinking about using some to polish my teeth with or something. And also, just so you know, Matt gave me permission to share this story with you folks. I told him I had writer's block really bad and people of the world would REALLY LOVE this story, so he relented. So you should thank him later if you liked the story. 

In other news, I have found ANOTHER awesome new show to be obsessed with this week (because there is NOT enough news about Walking Dead to keep me entertained all week long): Doomsday Preppers on NatGeo. HOLLA-- this is a show that features all these different people who are convinced that DOOMSDAY IS COMING (for a variety of reasons: each show features 4 people with different doomsday paranoias) and are preparing accordingly. It is REALLY interesting and bizarre and provides a lot of people to mock and laugh at while secretly wondering if they might just be on to something. I am sorely unprepared for any sort of survival situation. Walking Dead and Doomsday Preppers has completely convinced me that I will be one of the first ones to go when the poo hits the fan. Oh well. 

My mom took her first Zumba class tonight (in Augusta, not with me)! Apparently I have inspired her! She called me as soon as class was over and her first words were "do YOUR hips move like that??!!" Hahaha. She enjoyed the class, but mentioned several times that "I was just so aware of how WHITE I am the whole time..." which made me laugh. Hopefully some day we can do a class together-- I bet we will be the best mother-daughter Zumba team EVER!

In conclusion, I am going to make Pioneer Woman's Comfort Meatballs (from her cookbook) on Friday night and it's all I can think about. This is how exciting my life is. Be jealous.