Houston, we have a problem
Crisis. Superjerm is sick – coughing up yellow globs sick, horrible sick, bad-timing sick, like real bad-timing sick. He’s due to leave for the TransAlp mountain bike race tomorrow afternoon but at the moment it’s touch and go whether he’ll be able to go. Darn bugs. And despite the fact that my man has been training since April for this event, he is incredibly philosophical. I admire philosophers and deep thinkers but at the moment it’s just a bit too philosophical for me to fully comprehend. He is like: “well if I don’t go, I don’t go, it’s just meant to be.”
And I’m like: “911, I have an emergency, my husband needs to catch a plane tomorrow, send the paramedics and start administering IV antibiotics, STAT.”
So this morning I gave my man some sterling advice:
- Only make a decision tomorrow morning
- Only make a decision tomorrow morning
- Only make a decision tomorrow morning
Get better Superjerm! 
Hope you get the right treatment SJ. And pretty soon. I mean, time waits for no man. Remember that this is one of those moments where you either make it, or not. The so-called Cross Road – not something to be taken lightly. Perhaps just go and hope you feel good enough to finish the race? But what if… Then again if you stay, will you regret it?? Oh no.. to many options! What to do!?
Thanks boss lady, my bugs are not pretty and purple like your one..they are green, brown, greeny brown, reddy brown, reddy green but not purple…….
It seems they have their own colour palette – shades of winter
..think i caught the…….(wait for it)…………………..superjerm!
hee hee, you are the Jerm!
Is Superjerm feeling better, and more importantly: did he leave for the TransAlp mountain bike race today?