I call this one: Wind Chill. We went for a walk yesterday afternoon at Vancouver Lake.
On Friday I was searching for an easy slow cooker recipe because I was going to be gone in the afternoon. Yikes there are bunches of crap recipes online. I ended up going for a slab of beef and a bunch of vegetables.
Last night we had leftovers and when we went to bed I asked Bob if there was any meat left.
Him: Yes, a piece about as big as a baseball.
Me: Wow, that’s a lot left over still.
Him: My fist, it’s about as big as my fist.
I’m trying to visualize this since it wasn’t that big a piece of meat to begin with. How could we have such a big piece left?
Him: A baby’s fist. It’s about as big as a baby’s fist.
Me: A baseball, your fist, a baby’s fist? None of those things are remotely the same size.
Then we couldn’t stop laughing and I told him he was bad at descriptions.
Dahlias
Now that I’m so old, every time I have a funny ache or a weird rash that doesn’t go away after two days, I get paranoid that this is the beginning of something awful. And that six months from now when I finally go to the doctor carrying my head under my arm, he’ll tell me if I had just come in when I got the funny ache, we couldn’t have avoided all this.
Yesterday in the shower I found this ginormous bruise on my leg. I have no idea where it came from. And last week when I was standing in front of the mirror trying to make my bangs fan across my forehead instead of curling up like a mustache, I spotted a nice purple bruise by my elbow. I don’t know where that came from either.
But I am really clumsy so just because I can’t remember bashing into something doesn’t mean I have bruising skin disease. Maybe I’ll just try to pay better attention.
both of these stories explain why you are the writer in the family. description and imagination.
lorelei, my WUVA is the lovely "clefoo." 🙂
oh, god, it's happening to you too? i got all kind of weird things. it's like i'm driving a jalopy now without the possibility of saving my pennies and buying a new model.