Strawberry facial

Hot Wife is under the weather these days, encumbered by ovarian issues that have kept her doubled over in pain for much of the last little while.

Seems painful.

As she sat in my vicinity early Saturday morning, she mused aloud that for breakfast she would make herself a strawberry smoothie, the choice-du-jour in our household since the P90X meal plan reappeared once again a few days ago.

Then she winced and wilted, doubled over in pain, hardly able to stand herself.

So I did what naturally a good husband should do, and offered to make breakfast for her.

In sickness and in health, right?

Into the blender the ingredients went.

Skim milk. Banana. Strawberry. Chocolate protein powder. Ice. All there, ready to be mixed into one giant glass of awesomeness.

Except for one thing.

About half way through the blending cycle, I could tell from the sound that nothing was blending, as if the totality of my ingredients were failing to fall to the bottom of my blender-jug-thingmajig.

Not unusual, considering that the ooey-gooey goodness of skim milk, banana, strawberry, chocolate protein powder and ice combined can at times take longer than expected to come together.

So I lifted the blender's lid, and with a spoon gave its contents a gentle swirl, as I have done many, many times before, just enough to move whatever was lodged at the top down into the spiralling knives below.

It worked. And in a hurry.

Almost as soon as my spoon hit the smoothie, the near-blended concoction of skim milk, banana, strawberry, chcolate protein powder and ice exploded into my face, and all over the counter, my shirt, and anything within a few feet.

Kablam.

A strawberry facial to start the day.