Not Funny, Not Cute

When my grandson was 3-4 years old and he got frustrated or mad when things did not go his way, he would say, “Not funny, not cute!”  Those words have stuck with me and I find myself now using them in similar situations.

On our first day home from being gone for a couple of months, I got really sick.  My husband had to carry the weight of reorganizing and getting things back to normal, and I felt terrible about that.  But that’s what married couples do, “…through sickness and in health.”

After taking some strong antibiotics and going to bed quite early last night, my body is already feeling better.  I woke up at 3:00 AM and the first thought on my mind was, “Darn!  I already missed a day of writing for SOL and it’s just begun.”  But then I thought that perhaps I could still squeeze in day 2 and I couldn’t fall back to sleep, so here I am writing this before the crack of dawn.

It’s not much of a slice because no matter what I tried to zoom in and think to write about, there was nothing but the pain and aggravation of sitting at the doctor’s office for 2 hours and then waiting all day for test results so I could get started on medicine.  “Not funny, not cute!”



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