MORE N*UTS. WHAT WE ALL NEED.

JUST when I think there's nothing good to write about.

The phone rings.






So remember when DBD--

Wait.  Stop.

* newbies
DBD is my husband---- it's stands for DEATH BED DAN .
A name I christened him with when I found him cough coughing from a FREAKIN cold… in bed… propped up on a pillow with a cold washcloth over his forehead.   Like a civil war soldier- wounded in battle.  I dropped what I had in my hand--- spun on my heel and left to call my sister.

  So DBD is sick these past few weeks.  At first sign of DBD " cough"  …. my insides begin to get all twisted and tight.  I feel the crunch and tightness in my chest and begin to sweat in my pits.


Here it begins.  Next will be the hot baths and soaks

I will have to reach to the Gods of Tolerance and beg for some mercy.


Because we all know--- moms have to literally have SHATTED in their pants from the flu--- to get an hour off.  IF they even get that.


So DBD has been sick.
He FINALLY went to the doctor.
He calls me and  I say-- what's the verdict?

Are they cutting your head off or what?

"NO "replies DBD " cough cough "  ( supah rolls her eyes  C. A. M.   )

DBD, "THE DOCTOR SAYS ":



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….


WAIT FOR IT…



IT'S GOOD.

My tonsils are as big as BALLS. 

The biggest he’s ever seen!

Supah is stunned. 

Recovers. 

SO . 

YOU HAVE BALL- I-TIS. 

IN YOUR THROAT.

and you're slightly proud?

NICE.

WILL YOU BE USING YOUR BALL SCRUBBER TO TEND TO THEM???

* seems DBD might have to have his TONSILS OUT if the BALL-ITIS doesn't go down. 

Imagine that.  DBD 

A SURGERY. 

F. M. L.

* SEEMS HIS SNORING ISSUE MIGHT ALSO BE RELATED TO THIS