dimly-lit-bulb

Last night I had the best intentions to post my version of

PW's Cajun Chicken Pasta (with smoked sausage!).

But...I didn't get any further than

this token photo:

Though I am an amazing multi-tasker...taking pictures of each

step while cooking is not something I've mastered.

Maybe I need a helmet-cam.

Or a staff photographer.

Or an in-house chef.

Or maybe I should just give up this pipe-dream altogether.

So, unrelated to all that, I resolved that we would stay home from

church after that.

I just couldn't bring myself to make the long-haul into town.

Instead, we just stayed home and played.

And worked out.

And just chilled. 

Then fast-forward to 1:30 AM.

I woke up to K-Man burning up with a fever.

I asked him when he had taken ibuprofen last....

and he said 12:30.

Me, being the dimly-lit-bulb that I am,

thought he meant 12:30, as in, LUNCH TIME.

I jumped out of bed and told him I was getting him some to take right away.

He unquestionably swallowed all four tablets.

Then said,

"What was it you just gave me??"

Duh, dude.

"Honey, I gave you ibuprofen."

To which he said,

"Oh, yeah...I just took some an hour ago."

Why don't I use my brain, why??

Oh my word!

I then lay there in bed praying that his liver would be spared.

And that the authorities would believe me that I 

accidentally overdosed him.  

I'm applying to nursing school as soon as I get the chance.