So, I'm saying to my lovely, wonderful, hunk of a husband. "I'm trying something new today" (I'm trying to skip that last week of Pred tapering and this is my first day Pred free).
"What are you trying"
"Ask me at the end of the day, we'll see how it went".
He bursts out laughing and leaves the room. Determined to find out what what's so funny, I demand he fess up. "No, it's awful". Well. Like a red rag to a bull, now I just have to know.
"What did you think I was trying?", I whine. Yes. I whined. Shut up.
From a comfortably safe distance he says "I thought maybe you were going to try not to talk so much".
Ass! Of course, once I'd stopped laughing, I was able to slap him and feign offence. And then tell him I was soooo blogging this. "No! I'll get boo-ed". Somehow, I suspect you guys know me well enough to chuckle at my expense and be on his side.
For the record. As if I'd try that. Talk about my own personal Everest.