Update on those shaky legs

Looking back, yesterday was one of those days where I was so tired that I grew increasingly upset about the liturgy debacle as the day went on. It kept eating at my mind all day. By the time Mike got home (a little after 7:00), I was a wreck. I spent about 30 minutes crying into his shirt before he convinced me that we really had to cook dinner or he would starve to death. He was grilling hamburgers, and I was in charge of fixing (heh, little southern-ism for you) the squash. “Do you want it roasted or fried?” I asked him. “Fried,” he said. “Fried food is more comforting.” Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with the Best. Husband. Ever.

He even let me watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. Two episodes of it! Even though it always makes me cry! He has a high crying tolerance, apparently. To be completely accurate, I really watched one-and-a-half episodes, because I fell asleep on the floor sometime during the second episode. This morning I woke up in bed when my alarm went off at 6:30 and said, “How did I get here?” (Which, if you think about it, is never a good question to have to ask when you wake up in the morning.) Mike said that he tried to get me up, but that I was dead to the world, so he had to carry me. It sounds as if he had some difficulty maneuvering, though, because he said that while he was trying to get me through the door, my feet hit the light switch and left him standing in complete darkness. (Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with Mike and Kari: the sitcom!) He had to put me down, and he finally was able to get me to walk to bed. Or so he says. I don’t remember any of that.

I am still struggling with feeling mortified. I suppose I will either be completely over it or mortified for life after Wednesday, because that’s when we’re hanging out with some people from church. If I get a bad vibe from them about it, I may go into hiding. In Siberia. (Or, you know, under my bed. I’m always looking for the mature way to deal with my problems.)

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  1. Aw, Kari… remember, it’s always worse in your head. As someone who ahs had to watch/listen a gazillion tapes and videos of myself speaking, singing, acting, and TALKING TO A PATIENT (ack!), I know that this is fact. AND even when you see/hear those tapes with other people and try to point out the awfulness, they STILL notice less than you do. So keep that in mind when replaying every shaky moment πŸ™‚

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  2. *knows Susan is right, but remains unconvinced*

    Will you come visit me in Siberia, Susan? πŸ˜‰

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  3. You can’t have any mcflurries when you’re under your bed.

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  4. πŸ˜€ I’m so happy to have met Mike now, because I can see all this stuff more easily in my mind.

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  5. Seeing as how NO ONE has brought me a McFlurry, that seems to be a moot point. πŸ˜›

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  6. single men: please take good notes from Mike. This is the way to a women’s heart, I promise. (Well, that and Pride and Prejudice. :))

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  7. Roger

    Mike sets a bar none of us can achieve πŸ˜‰

    How about Yukon, Ho! Kari? Then you can hang out with Calvin and Hobbes.

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  8. My tiger friend has got the sled,
    And I have packed a snack.
    We’re all set for the trip ahead.
    We’re never coming back!

    (Calvin and Hobbes AND the word snack! woo-hoo!)

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