Men's Lib

On Thursday, my husband fractured his arm. Luckily it’s not too bad and isn’t in a cast because the doctor wants him to work with it to keep movement and flexibility in it. He just can’t lift anything heavy. He’s been on pain pills and doing the required exercises to keep it moving, and I have been adamant that he not lift ANYTHING too heavy with that arm. By too heavy of course, I mean anything that weighs more than his cell phone

This weekend we were furniture shopping for the new purchase that I haven’t mentioned here for fear of blogosphere jinx. We’ll just say that the new non-furniture purchase has rooms that need furniture. Anyway, I am a very visual person and can typically picture any furniture in any room in any arrangement. After 2 hours of looking at furniture, looking at the different fabric choices for said furniture and picturing it in the room, my reception dimmed and was all clogged up. We chose a couch/chaise lounge thing on one side of the store and end tables from the other side. I needed to see them together because each time I tried to pull them up, my brain mixed them up and I just couldn’t see it. So I did what any other sane person would do and I carried the large, round cumbersome end table across the store. I snaked through other furniture displays, lifted it higher over the arms of couches, walked right past 3 salesmen. It was quite the little journey. I did all of this with my husband following closely behind carrying. my. purse. He did carry it in his good hand, because after all, my purse is heavier than a cell phone.