It’s never too late to come up with some New Year’s resolutions. Technically, you got until December 31st to do that.
Mine hit me as being urgently needed, when this happened.
The astronaut: you got me sick!
To which I turned to Google to find out what the incubation period for the flu is, and replied:
Me: that’s medically impossible.
And then my catholic guilt kicked in and I thought I could probably be a little kinder and more tolerant and maybe a teeny bit less defensive in 2013…
Me: Do you need anything?
But that’s basically just a question and not so much an obvious showing of compassion…
Me: Just yell if you do. Or text, maybe. You probably don’t feel like yelling.
Me: Or maybe you do. At me. But I strongly advise you don’t. That’s not helping anyone right now.
The astronaut: lol – my throat is killing me!
Ah! Being motivational and supportive! I can do that…
Me: well the good news is I survived. All we got to do now is hope you will too! I got my fingers crossed!
And helpful. I can be helpful too…
Me: You should do what I did: go home and watch Portlandia and Sister Wives episodes. Maybe skip the latter as it is an actual reality show and not the parody on a Mormon family I laughed at for 2 episodes… that was a little disappointing.
I think…
The astronaut: lol – going home, drinking tea with honey, Theraflu and watching basketball.
Ok… I can be humble and admit a possible mistake…
Me: yeah… that sounds more like a remedy than what I suggested…
Me: But now we know it’s a good thing I didn’t become a doctor. I feel like I’ve done the world a favor.
Nailed it.
PS: My friend Marina – aka Sister Grimm, as she from now on will be called – is really upset about me ditching Sam like that… So I guess… Yeah, maybe I should be a little more open too possibilities too
