Clear A Path To The Bathroom, Here He Comes

Ever so quietly I made myself lunch when I got home from work, left-over baked chicken, a baked potato and some broccoli. It was delicious. Tonight I plan to dine on left-over Red Lobster, rum and citris glazed shrimp on rice. And this I will do while the husband prepares for his colonoscopy. He's right now, flushing out his system. He's about 4 glasses into his gallon of colon blow. The boys have been warned to stay out of the bathroom path, I haven't seen them in hours, thank God for mindless video games. They are on their own as far as eating goes. It's every man for himself when colonoscopy preparations are in full movement. Ha.
We've been through his before, he says it's like drinking a gallon of salt water. The shrimp sounds a lot better to me. As long as I stay out of his way and can keep my mouth shut, we'll still be married tomorrow.

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I feel the need to update:

"Where's my coffee woman?"
Oh he did not just say that. How much do I let him get away with?
"So we're talking now?"
He's almost done with the gallon of evil liquid, the look on his face is that of pure agony, no variation whatsoever. And there was a very brief discussion of what's for dinner tomorrow after the horror is over. No menu has been planned yet, it will be steak, but I'm not going out in 9 degree weather to cook it. I haven't softened up that much yet.