He added that he'd also like me to make him a sandwich with some chips and get him a large bottle of beer from the basement and bring those upstairs.Today is his 40th birthday. Unfortunately the above was not a suggestion to celebrate, nor was it an attempt to show off that he's not so old . . . DH came home early from work today because he'd done his back in. Again. He headed straight for the painkillers and asked me to get the TENS machine for him. I bought it at Boots in the UK years ago in the hope that it might help with labour pains, but never needed it and DH has used it more than I have. The first time DH did his back in (by sneezing!) we would have had to call an ambulance to get him to the doctor's if we hadn't had the TENS machine. Good thing we had it - you can't get one here in the US without a prescription.
The card I bought DH had the following text:
TURNING 40?
Listen to your mind say: You're young! You're vibrant! You can do anything a 20 year-old can do!
Then listen to your body say: Ha! Ha! Ha!
And then on the back of the card was printed:
Hey, why aren't you laughing?
A couple of weeks ago we had a get together with lots of DH's friends, some of whom he's known since he was five years old. I decided we should get a birthday cake and celebrate a little early. The children decided that if it was a birthday cake it definitely needed candles. Hmm . . . well, we got the candles, and despite the smoke did NOT set the smoke alarm off!
(Image courtesy of Jenn.)
4 comments:
One of my favourite 40th birthday cards is 'don't look at it as being over the hill, look at is a picking up speed!'.
The closer I get to 40 the less funny it gets though!
Love the fact that you never needed it for labour pains but he needs it for his back. Not to laugh at a back injury because it can be really painful, but those men!
The reason I never needed the TENS machine for labour pains was because the doctor didn't give me a chance to use it! I had two weeks to go when they did an ultrasound and announced that I needed a C-section - "We know where you live - go home, get your bag and be back at the hospital in 15 minutes!" Pretty scary (and in the end it took me closer to 75 minutes to get organized and get there), but I'm SO glad the doc was on the ball. A friend just delivered a full-term still-born last week because her doctor was not so proactive :-(
Nope, the back thing is no fun at all. At work, if I hurt my back they usually just call me "Pretzel Boy".
I did hear a new one this weekend, 'tho. I was DW's designated driver to take her to a Tupperware Cocktail party. (If she doesn't blog that, I don't know what she's doing here...)
When I went to pick her up, there were quite a few of the other parents from the daycare center where are children have been. Running into one of the other mothers the next day, I was referred to as "Gumby".
EEEK!
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