Shawn's Story
My friend Shawn has a blog that he never updates. But when he does, it's always a great read. Shawn has some bad luck. So he has these wonderfully amusing stories to share (wonderfully amusing to everyone but him).
I'm crashing on Shawn's couch this week until I'm able to move into my apartment this weekend. So... poor Shawn has to put up with me all week AND make IKEA and Costco runs with me this weekend.
Shawn has had to do a lot of crappy things with me. For example, last Saturday we laid on about 300 beds to find the one that was "just right." I think I found it though, so I'm excited to sleep in my own bed next Saturday.
Quick funny story... Shawn just walked out of the bathroom after taking a bath. He looked into his closet and said, "I hate when the only comfy shirt I have is dirty." Now there are at least 47 different shirts in his closet. So I asked him if he really only had one. He was adamant in his reply. So he puts on a "non-comfy" shirt and then sighs and says, "I put this on backwards."
He takes the shirt off and puts it on correctly and walks into the kitchen. The tag on the back was visible, so I laughed and said, "You're shirt is on inside out."
Anyway....
Shawn e-mailed me this morning. I told him that since he was too lazy to blog I was posting this on mine since it's so funny. (I didn't do any editing).
I'm crashing on Shawn's couch this week until I'm able to move into my apartment this weekend. So... poor Shawn has to put up with me all week AND make IKEA and Costco runs with me this weekend.
Shawn has had to do a lot of crappy things with me. For example, last Saturday we laid on about 300 beds to find the one that was "just right." I think I found it though, so I'm excited to sleep in my own bed next Saturday.
Quick funny story... Shawn just walked out of the bathroom after taking a bath. He looked into his closet and said, "I hate when the only comfy shirt I have is dirty." Now there are at least 47 different shirts in his closet. So I asked him if he really only had one. He was adamant in his reply. So he puts on a "non-comfy" shirt and then sighs and says, "I put this on backwards."
He takes the shirt off and puts it on correctly and walks into the kitchen. The tag on the back was visible, so I laughed and said, "You're shirt is on inside out."
Anyway....
Shawn e-mailed me this morning. I told him that since he was too lazy to blog I was posting this on mine since it's so funny. (I didn't do any editing).
Hi there
-
Hope I didn't wake
you up last night. I had the most absurd evening. Right after I laid down
my sinuses went crazy and I couldn't breathe at all. It doesn't happen very
often, but when it does the only thing that helps is nose drops even though I
know they're horrible for you. Of course last night, I couldn't find the spray
that I know I had because I just used it about three weeks ago. I tore
apart all my dresser drawers, my desk drawer, the bathroom cabinet and had no
luck and then fumbled around the living room with a flashlight. LOL. I was
thinking you would think I was such a perv if you woke up to me shining a
flashlight on you in your sleep. Could you imagine? Anyway, my head
was throbbing so I took a benadryl to at least help me sleep, but I was in so
much pain I couldn't. I was able to find an old bottle of nose drops, but
it was the kind with the sprayer as opposed to the bottle you just squeeze and
the sprayer didn't work. Finally I got so desperate I opened the bottle up and
decided to somehow sniff up a little bit of the drops. I thought maybe a
spoon would help, so I got up to get one, and in doing so knocked the now open
bottle of drops off the dresser and spilled its contents everywhere. I admit to
maybe shedding a tear at this point, but it was 2:30. Anyway, dejected and
forlorn, desperate and in pain I took the bottle, tipped my head back and poured
it directly into my nose. There was apparently a lot more in the bottle
than I thought, because I basically freebased nose drops. I sure can breathe
now! I was so wound up though, it took me another hour to fall asleep. I'm
exhausted. :(
I hope you slept
ok. I know that couch is not the most comfy. When I crash at Mason's
tomorrow you're welcome to sleep in my bed.
Shawn
Comments
While I was reading his email, I kept thinking - you live in NY, isn't there a 24 hour drug or convenience store within a block? I live in the burbs of Sydney and other than the vet, everything is within 5 blocks.
It was an entertaining story. Glad you found the right bed. I have a hellofatime with that. They almost all seem nice when I first lay down, it's only after I've been on them for 30 mins that I can really tell. I'm such a princess and the pea - the last matress was $2000, but I can sleep on it most nights. (latex foam)
It's nice of your buddy Shawn to let you stay at his place while you get ready for your move.
I love the story of the Nose Drops in the Night.
Very Hunter Thompsoneque.