happiness is:
realizing, for the one hundred and seventieth time, how lucky you are to have a shower.
really, that's it.
also, that maybe you've lived in your site for nearly five months, or one hundred and seventy days, already?
hilarity is:
have such an incredibly sore bum because you fell not once, but twice, in three days while getting out of the shower.
not only, but also suffering the humiliation that is your husband opening the bathroom door to see you sprawled, naked, trying not to cry because you fell really hard on your behind and it's embarrassing, hilarious and painful all in one.
happiness is:
your husband taking your challenge of "use some of these spice packets we got sent to us, yo!" to make three most delicious meal parts, one involved rendered pork fat making the most delicious green beans and carrots you've had these past seven months.
hilarity is:
wondering why you can't seem to get any of that delicious food in your mouth and then realizing that it's really happened:
you've forgotten how to use a fork and will now require a spoon for the rest of your meals forthwith.
happiness is:
planning your upcoming trip to vietnam with your husband and getting excited about train rides on soft sleeping berths and canyoning trips.
hilarity is:
getting irrationally angry at your husband because he asked you to help him plan it, when really you were trying to be all "go with the flow" for this trip and let HIM plan it, only to realize you've been pouting and maybe a bit mean when you actually wrote "plan vietnam trip" in your planner last monday and maybe you need some chocolate because your period is making you a bit crazy?
happiness is:
waking up to a gorgeous, sunny day.
hilarity is:
realizing that what was a gorgeous, sunny day to you was actually an eighty-nine degree with seventy percent humidity day.
and that's how you know that you've either a) adjusted to a new, drastically different climate or b) simply stopped trying to care about how much you sweat.
Holy crap, I just read this and I nearly killed myself once getting out of the same shower. Bath mat slipped out from under me and I hit the back of my head- CRACK!- on the ledge. I scared myself more than hurt myself (thank goodness) and I screamed because I thought I was a goner for sure.
ReplyDeleteYou should get hazard pay.
Dave