April 18, 2008

Sign o' the times

On Wednesday night, Jrex called me. I was home, but working.

"How are you holding up?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"I'm good! I just needed some food, but I've got my second breath."

Pause. Me, racking my brain cause I know that's not right, but cannot find the right word anywhere in the dense fog inside my head.

"You know what I mean, the thing. What's that thing called?"

Jrex, laughing, "Do you mean 'second wind'? Cause I don't think you have it!"


We just uploaded the last of the show banners. I've got more to do next week, but the deadlines all feel manageable now.


This weekend, second breath for sure!


Anonymous said...

So I do this all this time--"No, I feel good, I have...that thingy. You know. *waves hands* That thingy."

Last time I did this, J. smirked and said, "Second wind?" To which A. immediately replied, "Mom's even more full of hot air?"

The moral of the story is: be glad you don't have an 11-y-o. ;-)

Mama Nabi said...

Haha... second breath, second gust, second breeze, second wind... I hope you did fine whatever it was that got you through that. :-)
So sweet of Jrex to call...