Just a quick post this morning. I'm too pre-occupied with my meeting at the doc's tomorrow to talk about the lump (see I Need Help) to write too much.
So, last night we were having family supper. #1, #2 and #3 had gone to town laying the table. We had the best china and the silver cutlery out, plus a whole candelabra.
All was going swimmingly. I forgot about the lump. The children had momentarily suspended hostilities and were being nice to each other. #2 even ate some vegetables.
I was drinking the inevitable Becks Blue (I should buy shares). Mr SM was drinking red wine.
(I really don't mind him drinking. After all, unless you live somewhere like Saudi Arabia you have to accept that you're going to be surrounded by alcohol. What I do find deeply annoying, though, is the way he drinks just one glass. I mean what is all that about??? Tosser).
Then #2 leant across the table to grab something (probably some ketchup to hide the taste of the aforementioned vegetables) and he accidentally....
......knocked the glass of red wine right into my face.
There was a stunned silence. (I remember that, as silence is a most unusual event in the SM house).
I sat there with Mr SM's whole glass of fine Tuscan Barolo dripping off my nose and all over my hands. I fought the instinct to lick my fingers.
"Well, that's really not very fair, is it?" I said.
They all fell about laughing.
I mean, drink your glass of wine in front of me, why don't you, but please don't rub it in my face!
Happy sober Sunday to you all!
Positive thought for the day: If I have to have both boobs lopped off, then perhaps they can do a reconstruction and give me pert ones!