Thanks be to Jaysus my husband is home. I met him at the train station last Friday afternoon and he looked a little less than fresh, but who wouldn’t after that mess? A delayed midnight flight from Halifax, Nova Scotia to London, hours of hanging about in Heathrow, followed by a flight to Geneva, although the view from that leg of the journey can’t be beat—”Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing shortly, please put your chairs in the upright position and your eyes in the open position. The Alps welcome you.”
Then through Swiss customs, a train to Lausanne and finally another train to Vevey. All that on top of two very busy weeks of work. Poor man, I’m exhausted just typing it out. But never mind him, unbridled narcissism is the theme here, so in fine Finding Me fashion, it’s all about me.
Five minutes in the door and I was begging for my presents from Canada. Other women want their men to bring them jewels and lingerie. Me? I’m more of rapid release Tylenol, Ivory soap, Nyquil, MAC eyebrow pencil kind of girl. God love him. Add in two pairs of Smartwool socks and I decided he would be kept on. Listen, we’ve been together for 10 years now, socks and soap are the height of romance chez nous.
It’s hard to know how soon is too soon to ask what’s for dinner when someone has just endured 12 hours of travel. Let’s see, he pulled into the Vevey station at 4:33 and by 7:30 I was taking my first bite of crispy cod, lemon and cilantro basmati rice and buttery green beans. So I’d say 2 hours is the standard to which I shall now adhere. Honestly, if I hadn’t made that detour to Zurich, I’d be dead from scurvy by now.
He fell into bed a few hours later and after another 12 hours of travel, this time through dreams of who knows what (more likely pastries and pies than superpowers and supermodels), he emerged with a sore throat and a stuffy head. “I might be sick,” he said, “so probably I shouldn’t be cooking or grocery shopping. I don’t want to make you sick.” So, naturally, I said, “Christ on a cracker man. You got the Nyquil, right? Unless you need me to prop you up while you grill and bake and all that, I’ll be in the living room.” I mean I appreciate being protected from viruses, but I appreciate being fed more.
Anyway, I did my part. Saturday morning I walked to the grocery store with him, irritated the merde out of him as he shopped, proving that he should do these things alone. We bickered all the way home and it was like he never left. It’s true what they say—absence makes the stomach grow fonder.
Hey Bobbi – if all it will take is a periodic Shoppers Drug Mart run on your behalf in exchange for an equivalency of Swiss chocolate, count me in! If I have to remain on this side of the Atlantic at least I can get some extra Optimum points. Be well and easy on the NyQuil .
Dawn
You’re on ;))
You do know that you can buy Smartwool socks in Switzerland at pretty well any sports supply store?
I have seen them here but they are way cheaper in Canada ;))
He didn’t bring Miracle Whip?
My thoughts exactly. I kept my mouth shut.
You two are hilarious. We drove around the corner of la Suisse the other day and I thought of you. Baci cat
Hi Bobbi, Too funny, the next thing you know he will ask you to “Call his Mom”. Did you throw the NyQuil at him, or was it a gentle pass????
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QI47hKhNLLc
LOL ! You, woman, are too much !!! I loved every word :-)
“Christ on a cracker” – it’s been years since I’ve heard that one!
Poor Rusty. Give him a few moments of peace, eh?
That is my new favorite mind-bogglingly swell expletive: “Christ on a cracker.” I don’t know if that’s something that all Canadians say, or if it’s a jewel from the gemmy depths of one wacky Newfie…but I love it.
And in my opinion, one of the best reasons to fly to Africa from Europe is for the view of the Alps. I’ve seen it three times now (for some reason I’ve only seen them on the “to” phase, never from the “fro” phase) and this May I have to go to Marrakech from Paris and I am looking forward to seeing them Alpa again.
P.S.” “Gemmy” is a real word, soft “G”. It’s where you find amethysts, emerald, and diamonds in ancient cooled lava flows. Lava flows are very gemmy, as is this Finders Founder.
Not to be confused with “jammy” which over here means, lucky.
Christ on a cracker man. You crack me up. I’ve been reading this for well since the beginning. I still hear it in Jane Lynch’s voice as Dr. Freeman the therapist on Two and a Half Men. She is tall, beautiful and hilarious. I think she would make the perfect Bobbi if your movie is ever made.
Sounds like he’s got the flu bug that all of Chicago has. Gotta love airports and long plane rides for all the best “bugs du jour”.
Hmm… I caught the sore throat and headache thing right after my last flight from Montreal to Edmonton. It took about 7 days to pass. I wish Neil a much speedier recovery! Happy reuniting!
Arlene in Alberta
-28 here today… With wind feels like -43
I am happy to be retired/ fun employed and to be reading in my flannel pjs .