The friend who had the stroke is home now, with meds and advice to make sure it doesn't happen again, and what looks to be a pretty complete recovery. Zayrina was right, as she usually is. :) Thank you all for the good thoughts and prayers.
It's Valentine's Day and I'm still single. Usually, I don't regret that too much, but I still get twinges from time to time.
Working for Mom is good, if temporary. No nibbles anywhere since my one phone interview a month ago. *sigh*
The dogs are fine. Little Miss needs her big-girl rabies shot and a dental cleaning, and I need to have another old filling removed and replaced. Ugh. This time, I am asking for Valium, and Dad is going to take me to and from the dentist.
Speaking of Plaid Jammies, Friday was his second cataract surgery, and he did better afterwards this time than he did after the first one. Of course, he also said that the minute they were done he took a Vicodin. Last time, he didn't take anything until he started hurting, and then he spent the weekend in agony. This time, he got ahead of the pain, and wasn't taking anything by the time I saw him last night.
My nephews are still adorable--I got to see them, my brother and my sister-in-law last night. We had a lovely dinner, and I left just in time. There was a poop joke in G-Force as I was leaving. I could have stuck around for the movie, but I had to stop at the store on the way home and get laundry detergent for my oh-so-exciting Valentine's.
And on that note, I'm off to throw some socks in the dryer.
5 comments:
I know it's not the same, but WE love you. I even sent you chocolate ;)octom
I am sending snow.
I am a bnitch.
Well, if you need a smile, I have two words for you.
Tight jeans.
*Lush time*
Glad to hear your friend and Flannel Jammies are doing well. Sending strength and healing vibes to you and Little Miss.
Sherri, I know you do, and it means a lot. The chocolate is all gone, but thank you again for it.
Zayrina, it arrived Saturday.
And Monday.
And today.
You're just too generous.
Otterboyy, yes, baths help. I'd say the thought of you in tight jeans does too, but your wife could kick my ass. ;)
M, that's weird. I deleted your comment because it had your e-mail address in it, and will drop you a note when I get home from water-walking tonight.
Thanks, Rob. *hugs*
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