Me, Headaches, Me, Breast Pumps, Me, Me

I had a headache on Thursday - the sun-cursing kind. After supper, Laura sent me out to the store to purchase some breast-pump accessories for a missionary in Ghana. I was a little short with her, walking out the door. As I was driving to the store, I was angry and hurt and I could feel the exhaustion from my headache - I nearly went blank a couple of times. (That's how my brain feels when I have a bad headache, as if it is about to power down.) Fortunately, the headache began to fade the farther I got from my house and the legion of children who filled it.

When I got to the baby store, I went inside and walked up to the counter and the cute sales clerk. "Can I help you?" she said. "Yes," I said, "My wife called about some stuff for a," I looked away, "um, breast pump?" I coughed. She showed me what they had available - exactly what we needed. I paid hurriedly and left the store. And on my way home, Laura called and asked if I was all right. "I'm fine. It's just that I had a headache all day and nobody cares," I said.

(Idiot!)

Yes, I actually said "and nobody cares." Is there anyone else in the world that is that big of a baby? Okay, and above the age of ten? I don't even remember what Laura said in response to my soul-stirring rendition of "Nobody Knows."

(Idiot!)