ACK. I Swear To All That Is Holy....

That tomorrow's post WILL NOT BE BROUGHT TO YOU BY MY FACE.

A military story, perhaps? A tale of two sisters?

Comments

[james]

anything but squishy, crunchy facebone noises. seriously. i've seen three babies arrive in the world, all gooey and bleah (plus the attendant bits and pieces that arrive thereafter in all their technicolor glory), but that description (maybe it's because i know you, i'm not sure) made me turn green. hey, as long as it turns out right for you, i'll be as green as necessary. but still. *crunch* *squish* *scrape* eugh.

oh, and i should have said something back there, but i smiled when i read what the pixie-nurse said. i think i have an idea of how that made you feel. and if it's half of what you really felt, then... :)

[The Captain of This Wreck]

I won't tell you then about how the cat wasn't in his usual place but farther over and since I now sleep in a single bed after a life of queen size - hit snooze and in the process of moving my head back over to the edge of the pillow I misjudged my body position in relation to the hissmeister this morning and slammed face first into the fucking wall.

crunch

And it actually made that sound. I think I may have done something but I iced it and now I'm pretending my face isn't there. The only thing that might save it is the fact that it's not a solid wall but an RV wall and hopefully there's a little forgiveness there.

fuck. hurts.

[james]

oh man...ouch. hopefully nothing's out of place! does it bother you when you sleep on your side? i'd imagine that'd get kind of uncomfortable.

all joking about crunchy noises aside, you're doing a helluva lot better than i'd be doing. we all know how men turn into babies at the slightest sign of illness, nevermind face-breakage. i'd be an industrial strength morphine addict at this point! and i'd probably ask for a Hannibal Lecter mask, both for self-protection, and to, um..."discourage" questions. :)