So ... let me tell you about the rough day I had yesterday. Late last night as I sat on the bed eating my dinner which consisted of one half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich ... wearing a white T-shirt ... it threatened to slip and fall, thus soiling my T-shirt and perhaps ruining my dinner. In my attempts to save it I royally pulled a muscle in my shoulder.
Other than that, my day went really ... really .... well.
Oh yeah, PDaddy had a 7 1/2 hour, complicated, life threatening surgery and came out like the trooper that he is. As in everything went splendidly. Let's just say that less than 24 hours later he has already walked around the nurses station, been moved out of ICU to a regular floor and cracked us up a half dozen times.
You might also be happy to know that ...
*Your faith and prayers were heard. Over and over again. Our gratitude is boundless.
*On this very day, PDaddy and I are celebrating our 34th wedding anniversary and ...
* Oh yeah. The PB&J was delicious.