henry and mark

Two days back at work and my stank attitude has already reared its ugly head.

Luckily I have a totally awesome husband [well 95.5% of the time] that gets off work before I do and cooks dinner for us [see below]. {aside: your girl Hurricane did cook dinner the majority of time during the first two months in LYC because B was remodeling a house after he completed his landscaping work each day... yeah das right! Hannah the Homemaker and Billy the Builder!} {another aside: that last "aside" totally reminded me of my thermal-fluids class when I would work out a really long problem completely wrong, but then I would put an "aside" in the margin to explain what I was trying to accomplish... my "asides" never failed me with partial credit.}

Now to the meat of this post and coincidentally, the title. I am learning quickly that husbands not only are a rock, a best friend, a lover, soulmate, work out buddy... but they are also a big child. This week alone we have had to review "don't leave crap in my car", "pick up your video games", don't wear too much cologne", "do not steal", and yesterday was "do not backhand your co-worker". Now it is no secret that Billy was a little rough around the edges when I met him; however, since we have been together he has not been in a fight or laid his hands on anyone until yesterday. Billy took my car with him to work because he needed the GPS to get to his doctor's appointment. Sometime during the day someone or something cracked the windshield [see below]. Billy was convinced ole Mark, a coworker, had busted the windshield, and was very vocal about it. Mark then decided to use my name in vain (uh ohh big mistake), and that was the end of Mark on Monday afternoon. No worries, I gave B a verbal lashing when he got home.. "B what the heck were you thinking... this isn't Peace College! You can't go around punching people because they piss you off!" Oops.

As for Henry, he was just brought into this blog because B was going to download some music for him which required my help since we had some compatibility issues going on. As mentioned above (Figure 1: Stank Attitude) I had some attitude problems, so Henry, while not present, caught the brunt of it. Sorry Henry.

Aside (word of the day!) from Henry and Mark dealings, B has been to two orthopedic doctors the past two days to get his broken body examined. Some good news, some bad... the shoulder's (result of falling off a roof while carrying shingles) best option is physical therapy. The doctor said he could take a piece of his hamstring and wrap it around his [insert name of some shoulder bone here] to hold his collarbone down. Obviously that would be very invasive and require a long painful recovery, so B opted with PT.

Now as for the ankle, his only real option is surgery. He has two torn tendons and arthritis from a football injury, which he played on for the rest of the season! Poor B. I only have a picture of the ankle x-ray.

This picture made my heart smile, so I thought I would share... In the perfectly written words of Butch "on this day just hanging out was an art form".

Yeah, they're cooler and cuter than you.