8/9/11

*Husband is having a pretty bad day pain-wise.
*It might be because his nazi nurse is making him get up like thirty-three times every day.
*Oh, and his nazi wife, too.
*I think we overdid it on the walking, sitting, and showering yesterday.

*Husband was able to lay up on his side.
*There was enough room on the bed for me to spoon him.
*I rubbed his back and cried as quietly as I could.
*I've barely been able to touch him for the past two weeks.

*While we were walking before lunch, Husband said, "I miss you guys."
*We miss him, too.
*To drown our sorrows last night, Carolyn and I shared a cookie on the kitchen floor.
*And by "share", I mean that I broke the cookie in half.
*Carolyn ate her half and then climbed up on my lap and grabbed my half, too.

*Carolyn got like three strains of DNA from me.
*Nose shape.
*Muddled green/gray eye-color.
*And naturally, my tendency for stinky, stinky feet.

*I've finally gotten to the point where the cashier in the cafeteria calls me "sugar".
*Just like all the other cafeteria regulars.
*I had the roast beef.
*It was pretty good.

*There was another awesome man out in the parking lot.
*He was wearing a knee brace, black camo pants, and a Longhorn t-shirt.
*The other crazy guy was wearing a Longhorn t-shirt, too.
*Just sayin'.
*He was smoking and talking to himself.
*He was saying, "I'm gonna go in there and tell them I'm in pain."

*Carolyn and I got stuck in the hospital elevator.
*It was just long enough to realize I'd left Carolyn's diaper bag in the car.
*Therefore, I had nothing for Carolyn to eat or drink.
*Right as soon as I started freaking out, the doors opened.