Palinode Haiku

Doctor appointment
Resist laughing my ass off
at husband’s faux pas

Confuse appointments
Ends up at dentist’s office
Give husband away

Appointment mixup
Cannot give husband away
Too entertaining

Yesterday Shawn was suppose to go to the doctor’s for a followup on his high blood pressure. I figured I’d make Gretchen’s well check for the same day, but they didn’t have appointment times back to back so I had to schedule Gretchen for the afternoon when Rachael would be available to drive. Monday night I tell Shawn he has a doctor’s appointment. Tuesday I get up and sit with him on the couch; we’re talking as Rachael heads off to work. I ask him about his BP and remind him of his appointment time. He leaves for the appointment right at the time of the appointment! A few minutes later I get a text, Did they call yesterday? Yes, 8:20 appointment time. Ten minutes later he’s back home and aggravated. The appointment is August 7th. Yes, your dental is August 7th; you had a doctor’s appointment today. He argued a dentist is a doctor too. True but how often do you tell someone they have a doctor’s appointment for a dentist visit? He went back out in a huff and no, I could not resist laughing. Yesterday’s #haikuchallenge word was resist so I had to find a way to write about my entertaining morning.

Needless to say by the time he got to the doctor’s office, it was well past his appointment time and he had to reschedule. Ugh! Rachael did get home from work and we managed to get Gretchen to her doctor appointment without issues. The #haikuchallenge word today is away and I would give Shawn away but then I would miss all the fun. Gretchen asked if Dad would have missed his appointment if he and she had back to back times. Yeah, no because then I would be going too and I would have made sure we left earlier and which doctor’s office to go to.

18th Anniversary Limerick

Steps of Rockwell Hall Buffalo State College

Steps of Rockwell Hall Buffalo State College

There once was a lad who wanted to court
a lass, who saw in his small stature no thwart
reaching only five six
he did quickly transfix
in one wink, eighteen years, breathlessly short

I’m not a fan of shoes.  Under that nice cathedral train, I’m wearing sneakers which were traded out for slippers at the reception.  Needless to say, I would be on my tippy toes all the time if I married a tall man.  When I read an article in Self Magazine on how short men make better husbands, I knew I found the perfect subject for my 18th anniversary limerick.