SAY WHAT?!?

Carlos had surgery last week to repair a torn ACL. I wish I could have been in the recovery room with him - these would be such fun times to see him remotely out of control. He is never out of control.

I did finally get to see him. The nurse came out to get me. He refused to let her dress him and kept asking for me. (Sweet right?)

I accomplished my task and set about preparing him for the stroll down to the car. He was a little buzzed as he said, "You are a good wife to me, no matter what they say about you."

Yeah, baby that's the morphine talking!