You know what’s not so fun? Getting a call from my boyfriend that starts, “I had a little incident at work today.”
You know what is fun? Trying to have a normal conversation with him while he’s all looped up on muscle relaxers. “Boobies!” was randomly exclaimed at least once.
I love that man…
(He’s fine, and if there’s YouTube video of The Incident one of us will be sure to share, but it involved a beer truck and a ramp and HIS BODY… And you wonder why I am so anxious to leave France. Can you even freaking HANDLE that I am not there to take care of him?!! Well, I can’t!!!!)
Oh Hon! I FEEL your pain! It’s the exact same thought that has me going insane for over a week now!
Oh wow! I feel for you. I am a world class worrier, myself and it would be really hard for me to be so far away. I hope Dawg feels better soon.
you said boobies.
Wow. Apparently, the universe is out to get your man.*
Good thing that he’s so robust… And moreso that he has a Poppy, which/who probably soothes his pain even from afar, I imagine.
* (And Waspinator, of course)
That sucks! At least he has muscle relaxers, and his mind is still in the right place (boobies - haha)!
Plus, he has you, and just the smile you probably put on his face makes him feel better, I am sure.
I’m glad he’s okay, and muscle relaxers + Cookie Puss = Bueno Birthday!
only once? he shoulda hollered boobies a bunch more than that. dawg must not be hurt enough to need the strong stuff. and that is a good thing!!
DB, he keeps trying to convince me it was more like a beer cart than a full-sized truck and I keep trying to convince him that I don’t care what size of vehicle hit him and rolled him down a ramp, it still did! But, ya know, after the 10th time of me asking him how he was yesterday he finally huffed and me and said he was fine, so I’m not asking how he is anymore.
But I did ask him if I’m coming down or he’s coming up this weekend. (Verdict: Queens has invited me to come over. I am popular.)
Jen, Dawg works in a field and a city with a higher daily danger quotient than most. I’ve already accepted this. Still doesn’t make it any easier to hear that he was actually
injuredmildly bumped into on the job, but I’m working on that. At least now I don’t assume he’s dead if I don’t get a bedtime call on that very rare occasion, I just assume he fell asleep with Squishy Duck in his arms.Sparky, Dawg said boobies! I typed boobies.
Creature, I assure you, in a fight between Dawg and the universe it will always end in Dawg’s favor. He’s gone through more than a lifetime’s amount of shit, the universe owes him.
Sybil, he has no recollection of the boobies phone call. Last night he thanked me for calling him the night before, and I had to explain that he called me then proceeded to tell me 50 times that he wasn’t loopy. Yah, he was totally loopy.
Avi, more birthday surprises to come.
Allo, I think if I hadn’t squealed, “you said boobies!” at him he would have very likely said it a bunch more times. And if I’d actually been there with him? I’m pretty sure he would have said it with his hands outstretched.
Ehm.. so that last part… that COULD sound a tad freaky if I had a dirty mind… which I do… as it is a joy forevah! heh
Cover your eyes, everyone.
DB, you mean the coming part? You bet your sweet ass I’m coming.
Well, more the coming DOWN or coming UP part… I would hope you will get to do both…