Bones and Buns

That last post was one I started at the beginning of the summer. I never finished it, but like the picture so there you go.

I have had nothing to do but post for the past few weeks, but nothing to say but wah wah wah. I resisted. I broke my foot, and am not a particularly good patient. I'm impatient. But then Mike had some emergency hemorrhoid surgery which really kicked his butt, so to speak, and I began to be just a little amused at the whole situation in our family. Two incapacitated parents can get pretty funny pretty fast. Especially if you've met our children. So then yesterday Paige fell off her chair and broke her thumb. And now it's nothing short of hilarious. So I thought-- why not share the joy.

Here's a picture of cute Paige's thumb (which is really only mildly broken and at the end, so we don't have to do anything. She can't put much pressure on it without saying, "OUCH." But mostly she doesn't seem to mind.) You can hardly see the bruising in this picture, but that's a fat thumb, even for Paige:)

And here's a nice shot of my foot three weeks after the incident. Three weeks of the boot to go, and then I can drive, which is the most irritating part. It's healing quite well, so I just have to get over my impatience and wait.

I'm not going to post a picture of Mike's injury (try to control your disappointment). Poor guy went in for a routine in-office hemorrhoid removal so he could function again, but ended up having to go to the hospital because his problem was too big to handle in the office. He's really having an unpleasant time recovering, but it's all been worth it to get to see him come out of the sedation. He's only borderline appropriate in his comments when he's clear-headed, so you can imagine.... He wanted to talk to the guy who was in the room during the surgery to hear about how it went, and kept hollering for the black, gay nurse to come tell him about his butt. I couldn't get him to just STOP TALKING. He kept bellowing, "Well, he's obviously gay, Courtney." So I can only imagine with horror the things he must have blurted under the sedation during the surgery. Fortunately for him, he won't have to live with the memory. Ah, but that poor gay nurse.

So now that you've suffered through that blog, do you understand why I haven't been blogging? You'll probably trip and break an arm just from reading about our family--so reader beware and take extra caution. We're clearly dangerous, and it seems to be contagious. Good luck.