Posted: 12/22/2003 6:02:38 AM EDT
Back in early September, my bride and I were camping at a State Park for a 3 day weekend. Around midnight Sat nite/Sun morn, she felt teh need to go to the girls room, gets out of the tent, steps off the tent pad onto a rock and falls. I didn't hear a thing.
Sunday 0600. She is getting out of the tent. I roll back over. I hear Godawful sounds coming out of her. I look at her foot. Off to the ER we go. Broken foot. Fuggin wonderful.
This past Saturday, she finally walked without crutches, albeit with much weakness in her right foot/ankle.
She has not once complained, except to apologize to me for not being able to do laundry (W/D in the basement), run the vacuum, sweep, mop, cook, do dishes, or any number of other things around the house. She HAS NOT been able to do these things.
We had a 3 night camping trip scheduled with my out of town brother and his bride in late October. It was on that trip I earned the title "Camp Bitch". All in good fun, mind you. I was the "Camp Bitch" because my wife, on crutches and in a cast up to her knee, needed a little more attention than usual. She never looks for attention.
What a trooper.
NOW GET YO BITCH ASS IN THE KITCHEN AND MAKE ME A PIE!
I like pie.
******This is a true story, except for the "make me a pie thing.
Oh, I like crow, too. Been eating it for 36 years, now. I have a killer recipe, if anyone needs it.
I have been reading your posts for almost a year and they ALL CRACK MY SHIT UP! [ROFL]