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My wife got a light headed dizziness this morning. The kids freaked out and ran downstairs trying to get me. As I approached the kitchen one of my kids, super scared points towards the kitchen area. I can't see yet. My mind naturally goes... "She's dead isn't she? Oh yeah, she's a gonner...WTF! Who's gonna do the taxes? Who's gonna feed the kids and get them to school? Who's.... I'm totally screwed! No! K love her and need her too much! Why is she just quitting on me like that! Bitch! WTF! Where is she!
Oh she's fine! I finally make the turn into the kitchen. Its just another bout of high blood pressure. But I'm the crazy one for not eating all her ethnically correct lard cooked everything. Ooh! You gotta try the chocolate! Its traditional! Here, let me just add more lard and triple fry it for you....no way hose lady! She will just not listen. The good thing is she's not that big in case I need to carry her around the house one day. I'm going to have to change her diapers and everything. That's the scariest.