Doug, D.I.M. (doctor of internet medicine)

Seems that since Doug is on medically prescribed (as in prescribed by a person who is a real doctor) medication for high blood pressure he has decided that he must be pro-active and prescribe for himself various herbal preventative medicinal stuff. This after getting his internet medical degree. So now we’re ramping up our daily doses of Vitamin D, Greens, Emergen-C, stuff for joints, various fish oils, memory aiders, and a bunch of other stuff I can’t remember. Anyways, we are NOT going gentle into middle age!

My medical advice? Just up your intake of grapes – preferably in liquid form.

My husband – Mr. GQ

Doug just came in and told me that he was too dressed up to hang around the house. Yipee – let’s go somewhere! Then he finished his sentence “I think I’ll slob it down a bit”. He always knows the right things to say.

Happy Canada Day!

Most people's Canada Day - barbeques, sun, beach, park, picnic, parades, frisbees, fun, frolic

My Canada Day - ladder, paint, wallpaper, heat, stifling, sweat, grungy and then Doug says:

"What are We going to do about dinner" (as if by saying WE that somehow includes him in the planning/prep/and serving parts - riiight).

My reply?

Reservations.

Happy Canada Day to All!!

UPDATE:

Doug went to the store and bought barbeque stuff, wine and other stuff for dinner. All. By. Him. Self. And apparently he's going to prep, cook AND serve.

Awesome.

(to be continued)

Things Doug should Never Say or Do

“I THOUGHT About Buying You Flowers today…”

“Is That How You Wanted Your Hair To Look?”

“That’s no reason to get upset”

“I might not answer my phone because I’ll be having too much fun with my friends”

“Do You Still Belong to that Gym HAHAHA” (when he sees my Curves fob on my keychain as we’re standing in line at the grocery store and his voice carries over into the next Province and EVERYONE is looking at me)

And No, Doug, a doorknob is NEVER a good idea for a present.

Sometimes the best present is no present at all...

My birthday is coming up and I know exactly what Doug is getting me.

Nothing. And that’s just the way I like it.

You see, Doug gave me a Christmas gift to remember early on in our relationship. He was going away for Christmas and had dropped his gifts off – there were two – one was obviously clothes and the other was in a box – not too large – about the size that a watch would come in.

I so wanted (and needed) a watch. I was a single mom at the time and didn’t have a lot of extra money to indulge myself. But here (I was sure) it was. What a great boyfriend Doug was!

So, Christmas morning and my kids are all giddy and happy and so am I because, you know, I’m getting this fantastic gift. I opened the obviously clothes gift first – it was a beautiful angora sweater – which I am SOO allergic to, but that’s ok because there’s still one more….

I carefully remove the paper and see the brown box that doesn’t really look like a watch box because there’s no writing on it – it’s just plain brown cardboard.- but you know, that’s ok. Until I look inside and there is…..

A DOORKNOB.

Yep, a doorknob.

You see, because I was a single mom and I didn’t have a lot of money or know-how on doing basic repairs to my house – like put a new doorknob on my bathroom door and apparently Doug didn’t like the method we used to close it, which was to stuff a towel into the hole – he thought it would be a brilliant idea to give me one for Christmas.

Our rules now? We don’t buy each other gifts for birthdays or anniversaries, and only stocking stuffers at Christmas. And if I want a watch? I’ll buy it myself.