The zoo

The bathroom at work periodically smells like the zoo.

It is beyond me why folks wait to GO until they arrive at work. Maybe their coffee kicks in. Maybe they took a 'overnight' medication. Maybe they don't want to stink up their houses—or let their hubby's know they smell SO bad.

Makes me think I drink WAY too much water over the course of the day.

New math

Sweet hubby is a little older than I am. He has 3 children; 23, 17, and 11, two boys and a girl.

I have one child, 11, boy.

Sweet hubby's oldest son just got engaged to a great girl, who has a daughter.

When I calculate all of this up the result is, I will be a grandmother. It is not biological and it is by marriage, but these things don't mean anything. I feel old---AND I AM NOT!

So I need a grandmother name. Not too stuffy. Not too old sounding. The kids call me Wendy Bird, like in Peter Pan. Sweet hubby said I should be Granny Wendy, again like Peter Pan. But at 33 I don't think I am Granny material. Bubba Sis thought Grandy (combo of Granny and Wendy) and that could be cute. But I might need some more options. Send me some...

How do pets know you feel bad?

Back in June Sweet Hubby fell off of a two story building (Superman had the day off). As a result of the fall, he crushed his radius and broke his wrist joint, chipped his pelvis, collapsed his AC joint, and had other bruises and scrapes. Two surgeries and alot of therapy later he was still in pain. Unexplained pain.

They finally found out he had a 'honkin' (doctor's words, technical term?) herniated disk. So last week he had surgery again. Only an overnight stay at the hospital was needed, and then we were home again.

Sweet Hubby has been, understandably, holed up in bed since last Wednesday. The dog and the cat have been snuggled up with him the whole time. I can hardly get the dog to go outside. They seem to know that he feels bad and needs comfort--or supervision? Either way it is nice.