Yes, the title is a play on a Beyonce song, I’m sorry.
Over the years Erik and I have learned how to deal with his disability, but sometimes even he catches me off guard…and I laugh out loud.
He was having an especially bad week a while back, and I packed up several lunch options and labeled them with post-its—so they would be easy to find in the fridge. I am a helpful and a loving wife.
The next morning, I awoke to everything in the kitchen labeled with a post-it. “Paper towels,” “Counter,” “Refrigerator,” etc. He even labeled the post-it pad.
At least we can laugh about it.
In my “research” for this post, I found a few nuggets. Some might call it surfing the web while avoiding responsibility, but I call it research – potato, potahto.
A new slogan for Post-it…
“Post-It Notes … because you can’t always be there to nag them in person.”
A Short film called post-it love…
I asked Supergirl if she would write a few blog posts about our real lives. We’re calling it Hank and Jane IRL, and if you don’t get the Hank and Jane reference, you need to read Errant Gods 🙂