I have realized where Ava got the word shut up. It WAS Kelly. I never noticed, but he does say it all the time. He needs his mouth washed out with soap.
I also have decided NOT to sell my piano. After much wrestling with the decision, I realized that I do not want to go 20 years without having one... so there ya go. That thing will have more miles on it than Kelly's pick-up by the time I'm done hauling it around.
We went to Kelly's apt yesterday for his foot issues... It's not looking good. There's actually a medical name for the type of break he has. I don't remember what it is, but it's pretty much not good when they name it. It seems the final prognosis is that he will forever be in pain and never run again. Even walking will be painful. It's got to be a hard prognosis to take after being so active your whole life... of course, he can still play basketball with the best of them. So, I guess just stay tuned for what this means in the long-run. I do feel bad for him. I know he thinks I'm happy because it means he can't deploy... and I admit I am happy that he can't deploy because I would miss him so much. But the flip side is now he can't do something that he wants to do. It sucks, because what makes me happy makes him unhappy, and vice versa. But I would never wish him hurt like this just to stay home. I think he knows that...
2 comments:
oh my goodness woman, you are hilarious!
Aww... you are unhappy but happy and he is unhappy, but understands why you might be happy, but mostly unhappy, and you are both slightly unhappy about how happy but still a little unhappy you are. I completely understand.
P.S. I also miss you.
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