Living With Mental Illness
When I come home from work, Alice is wearing the cactus suit and staring at a puddle of spilled milk on the kitchen floor.
"I can't clean it up," she says, still staring at the spill. "The suit doesn't bend at the knees."
I sigh, and she looks up at me, her teary eyes barely visible inside the spiny facemask.
"Hug me," she says.
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August 21, 2006
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Names changed to protect the guilty...gosh, how I want a cactus suit
Posted by: the wife | August 21, 2006 at 03:44 PM
It was too true to laugh. I tried, but the cactus spikes hurt when I smile.
Posted by: stubby larue | August 22, 2006 at 07:19 AM
My spouse has one of those cactus suits and uses it only slightly less frequently than the all-seeing eye mask.
Posted by: anonymous | August 22, 2006 at 02:40 PM