Once upon a time, in a far off snowy land, there lived a fabulous princess, her hunky prince, and their iniquitous pixie. At the beginning of every summer, hunky prince left his princess' to impart his knowledge to new toilers entering into vocation. Now, while the fabulous princess loved her hunky prince dearly, she also greatly looked forward to his time away. She was able to do things behind his back that made her heart swell with pleasure. These things included making sautéed spinach and portabella sandwiches, or cheese tortellini in a white wine sauce with peas. The hunky prince was pleased that such things went on 'without' his knowledge, because he'd probably cause himself harm if he had participate in such delectableness, or watch fabulous cinema (have you seen the 'Painted Veil? or Tetro?)
Well, the fabulous' princess tranquility was drawing nigh. As a last tribute herself, she insisted that the iniquitous pixie take a resty, she picked a movie, and in the process of gaining repose, heard the call that destroyed her peace. She ignored it, because she wasn't ready. But, the call quickly came again. Feeling a little guilty, she headed the call.
"Hi! Uh, I'm going to the hospital"
It seems as though on the first (yes, first!) day of his journey, they went for a hike. He jumped over a puddle, and decided not to use his feet to land. There was a sickening pop, and J.R. subsequently ravenged his drug supplies. But, being the obstinate stinker that he is, they kept going and came home three days later.
So, a hot Friday night date in the ER, and a whole weekend of serving my beloved hand and foot. And foot.
The princess leads a charmed life.
Don't you love that I can take a post that should, very clearly, be about J.R. and I have made it about my needs?
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