As The Firm Sang - I'm Radioactive
by Steve West on February 11, 2012
Brenda is under quarantine now because of an ablation procedure that makes her radioactive. Some stray thyroid tissue is apparently on her oncologist's hit list and he won't be denied. I'm sleeping on the couch for the next three nights and I'm doing the Daddy thing solo for the next three days. Washing dishes, doing laundry, grocery shopping, housecleaning, meal preparation, etc. I can do this because Brenda will owe me big-time. I can probably milk this for a couple weeks after I tell her how exhausted I am just because of her silly cancer treatment. This is actually a fairly minor thing for her and she'll be back to her normal robust self soon. And BTW, I actually do half of the aforementioned chores normally just not all of them by myself for the whole household.
Day 1 - Baths. Where's the stopper for the tub? Stop all that splashing - now my shirt's all wet! You're gonna have to wash your own fertile parts to avoid me needing therapy. Which towel do you get, duckies or Barneys? What's this loufa for, seriously? Is there an instruction manual for this? Where's the Advil?
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