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November 15, 2005
poopship
You go out, you do some stuff, you make a few cookies with your kid, watch a little TV and the next thing you know, Ms. Dooce links to a picture you took of a farm animal poop game and you become L'Enfant Terrible de Internet Poop. Listen, she likes the poop, she likes the poop!! I like other things, like sea horses and I dunno, glitter.
My husband has been away for what feels like four decades. Last night I was in bed thumbing through my not one but two recently-delivered issues of Cottage Living (It's OK that your house is small, it's a cottage! Get into it, or at least, put a picket fence around it and fill it with throw pillows!) I developed a splitting headache and I'd also been feeling slightly nauseated. For me headache + nausea + steam heat = carbon monoxide death about to happen.
The Bean and I had recently performed a non-too-thorough inspection of our smoke alarms, whereby I would press the test button and we would both fall to the ground yelling if it went off. We did replace some batteries but in the hilarity of the falling and the yelling, I couldn't remember if we had tested the carbon monoxide detecting one or not.
So last night I weighed my options, which broke down like this:
1. Re-test monoxide alarm and wake up the Bean since it was right outside his door.
2. Open window in my room and in Bean's room even though it was butt cold to allow fresh air to mingle with (possibly) tainted air thus freezing but saving us both.
3. Do nothing.
Which do think I did? Well, if you guessed option three you would be right, but only partially so! Because I also looked up symptoms of carbon monoxide poisoning on my laptop, then strategically left the laptop next to the bed so that if I did die, at least everyone would know I was wise to carbon monoxide's little game. Take that, noxious gas!
I consider myself a fairly self-sufficient gal. However, there is nothing like having a husband around to help seal the lid on the ole crazy box at times, if you know what I mean. And I think you do.
Posted by Max at November 15, 2005 08:46 PM
Comments
LOL - I would totally do something like that (do nothing, but want everyone to know I was aware I was doing nothing).
Posted by: Jenny at November 21, 2005 09:38 PM