I watched as quarterback Kirk Farmer broke his
leg after
getting pushed out of bounds during Homecoming against Iowa State; I was on the hill on the north side of the stadium with my
parents, so unlike most of the student section on the east side, I apparently missed witnessing him screaming, throwing
up, and passing out.
I don't have to put
up with my husband not doing his fair share of the housework (actually, we were both equally crap at that), not being involved enough as a
parent (erm, I was the one being caned for not doing enough craft with the kids), leaving his fingernail clippings piled on the arm of the sofa (geez that used to
get on my goat) and hogging the bed covers (that wasn't a problem either, he was a lizard shivering under the doona while I constantly had a bare
leg sticking out to cool down).