Lazy Day

Today was a very lazy day around here. First thing this morning my husband got a massive migraine, so I made him take some meds and go back to bed. He finally got up and went to work about 8. Only 2 1/2 hours late. hehehehe My son didn't have school today, in observance of veterans day. So, we dinked around quite a bit. Then it got real warm here. I realized it was to warm, when he came marching out of the bedroom wearing nothing but his underwear. He then sprawled out all over the couch, put his arm up and his forehead, and goes. "Whew it sure is hot, it's so hot I'm a baked potato" So we opened some doors and windows. It didn't help that I had the oven on since 2:30 this afternoon either. I decided to make a big turkey breast for dinner. Thought I would be nice since the hubby's head was hurting.

We washed our curtains and blinds yesterday, was just putting them back up today. This is a job I hate to do. I had actually forgotten that I had white blinds. I thought they were this off white/grey color. And the curtains. I forgot they were bright mix of colors on a cream colored background. I realized they had alot of colors, but I could have sworn the background was brown, or close to black. I know, I know. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww Well, I don't do curtains very often. LOL Then in putting them all back together, we realized one of the curtain rods was stuck open. We couldn't get it to go any smaller. Gigantor (my husband) wrestled with this thing for over an hour. It was pretty funny watching this little aluminum rod kicking his butt. Curtain rod--1 Gigantor--0 I told him to forget about it we would get a new one. He walked off grumbling and took the curtain rod to his tool box, to try and get a victory tomorrow.

Which leads me to why I call my husband Gigantor. I realize that some of you may not realize just how big the hill giant is. Let me elaborate a little. I have had big grown men say they are afraid if he got really pissed off, that one hit from him would kill a person. My husband is 6'1" and weighs 280lbs (and he's not fat) My hubby works in a steel yard and is a volunteer firefighter/e.m.t. His shoe size is a 14. His ring size is a 15. He can crush a melon by squeezing with one hand (a gift he discovered one day in my face--not funny to me-- tons of giggles for him and my son) And this man can dead lift a weight of 400 to 500lbs. This man is just big, big, huge, gigantic. And he has a heart to match that. I'm a lucky woman. So...with this man being so big, you can see why I get such a kick out of when he gracefully falls up or down the stairs, and when the little flimsy curtain rod kicks his butt.

Okay so maybe not one of my more entertaining postings today, but still not dull around here.
And I need to go, the hubby just dropped a pot on his toe, multiple cuss words streaming out of the kitchen. (I am NOT kissing it better)