Funny Bone

I can't remember the last time I cried because I hurt myself, but today it happened. (I wonder if I'm catching being a baby from hanging out with a baby?) I smacked my elbow SO HARD on the hall closet door this morning, I started crying. I couldn't believe it. The Husband was laughing, and I just wanted to smack him. It was NOT funny. But then I started laughing uncontrollably. It still hurts and I'm pretty sure there's probably permanent nerve damage.

NLJ

My Top 6

Things I don't like when The Husband is out of town, in no particular order:

1. The Killer coming to get me.
2. Shoveling the snow.
3. Taking The Boy TO and FROM school.
4. Sleeping alone.
5. Him NOT calling after it was HIS IDEA to call to check in while he's away. I've always said to call when you arrive, and to call when you leave. HE SAID he'd call to check in because he knows I worry, and its just smart to check in.
6. Watching the news because I think they'll say he's dead at the bottom of the lake. Because he didn't call.

He finally just called. He's fine. He forgot. Oh yeah, I forgot not to give him an ear full. Good news: Got his limit! FISH FRY AT MY HOUSE!

NLJ

I Heart Gravy

I cleaned out the fridge yesterday of all the left over Thanksgiving food. Well, after I finished off my sworn enemy - stuffing. I tossed the turkey, the cranberries, the potatoes, the bread, the sweet potatoes, the beans, but I'm clinging to the gravy. I took it out of the fridge, put it on the counter, and there is stayed. I just can't bring myself to get rid of it. Its the most yummy, luscious, flavorful gravy in the universe. What if I need it? What if I suddenly need gravy on my spaghetti tonight? Or on my egg in the morning? Or on my salad at lunch? It could happen. I think I'll just pour it in a glass and drink it.

NLJ