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Stigmata of weeds
Jun. 29th, 2002 11:49 pmToday at the amusement park, I had to a startling thought--my wife is possessed.
It's very simple. I was sitting on a bench nodding off when I realized that she, the girl with chronic fatigue syndrome, had more energy than me. I'm physically healthy, yet my wife was perky and full of vim while I sat, drained and exhausted.
Granted, she's a zombie at the moment and can't even muster the energy to sniff at my cranium, but she was all happy and joyful just a few hours earlier.
She's possessed. That's the only possible answer. Judging by the way she dragged me around today, I'm pretty sure I know *what* is possessing her.
The tumbleweed.
It didn't move all day and today was windy. I guess it needed to get its vicarious thrills elsewhere and hijacked her body. She was sluggish this morning before she left the house and she was sluggish when she walked back in. The tumbleweed is a mere 10 feet from the front door.
Yes, the answer is plain and clear.
My wife is a rambling rover.
My wife is a thorny mass of dried up brambles.
My wife is a Russian (this is too weird to be coincidence, no?) thistle.
What can I do??
It's very simple. I was sitting on a bench nodding off when I realized that she, the girl with chronic fatigue syndrome, had more energy than me. I'm physically healthy, yet my wife was perky and full of vim while I sat, drained and exhausted.
Granted, she's a zombie at the moment and can't even muster the energy to sniff at my cranium, but she was all happy and joyful just a few hours earlier.
She's possessed. That's the only possible answer. Judging by the way she dragged me around today, I'm pretty sure I know *what* is possessing her.
The tumbleweed.
It didn't move all day and today was windy. I guess it needed to get its vicarious thrills elsewhere and hijacked her body. She was sluggish this morning before she left the house and she was sluggish when she walked back in. The tumbleweed is a mere 10 feet from the front door.
Yes, the answer is plain and clear.
My wife is a rambling rover.
My wife is a thorny mass of dried up brambles.
My wife is a Russian (this is too weird to be coincidence, no?) thistle.
What can I do??
