Our Kureig came to the office today! Along with my two boxes of hot chocolate! It didn’t arrive until after 1:00 but that didn’t stop me from firing that puppy up after lunch!

That was the good news.

The bad news is that Rich is exhibiting behavior that pretty much guarantees he’s going te be a very BAD patient when he has his surgery. Twice he sent me links to places he wants to go this weekend.

Go.

Less than 48 hours post op.

Not.

I’m convinced he’s being a butthead for the express purpose of driving me insane. And because I know he’ll read this I will take this opportunity to say IT’S WORKING.

No, you aren’t going to the grand opening of the Apple store at Fair Oaks Mall on Saturday.

No, you aren’t going to the giant flea market at wherever-the-hell that was you showed me on Craigslist today.

No, you aren’t going to work on Monday. Not only will you not be cleared by your doctor…YOU CAN’T DRIVE. And I’m sure as hell not driving you. The office will be there in two weeks when you finish recuperating. The people there will not die without you.

No, there won’t be any of rule #5 if you ignore rules 1-4 and 6-10.

His surgery isn’t until 3:30 (I think, it was supposed to be 2:45 but it got bumped later). The girls will both be home before he has to go in. Even though this is out patient surgery he may wind up staying over night. I kind of hope he does…that way he won’t be able to lie to me and tell me he’s fine and do things he’s not supposed to do. And the nurses can fight with him about taking his meds.

He’ll be good as new in two weeks. I’ll be happy when he’s feeling better. I knwo he will be too.