Great.
Just great.
The joy is that I got to spend some time with my husband that I wasn't expecting. That's always a plus. Even if I wasn't quite up to enjoying it to it's full potential. At least, not until the narcotics kicked in.
notes of jubilee
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Did I Tell You About The Time . . .
Had a bit of a scare this week. Thought I had appendicitis. I still may. Dadgum doctors can't seem to find anything, but did say the weren't ruling out appendicitis.
Great.
Just great.
The joy is that I got to spend some time with my husband that I wasn't expecting. That's always a plus. Even if I wasn't quite up to enjoying it to it's full potential. At least, not until the narcotics kicked in.
Great.
Just great.
The joy is that I got to spend some time with my husband that I wasn't expecting. That's always a plus. Even if I wasn't quite up to enjoying it to it's full potential. At least, not until the narcotics kicked in.
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Yikes woman! I'm sure you could have come up with a better excuse for a date. So did they load you up and sent you home?
ReplyDeleteYou doing better today? Milk it, baby, for all it's worth.