||[Nov. 13th, 2003|09:36 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
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|||||My Baby Just Cares For Me - Nina Simone||]|
Just got back from dinner with Mattses and the bratling.
For those of you who are keeping track, the nice orthopaedic surgeon thinks he's got a nasty sprain in his MCL and that he'll be out of reenacting for at least 8 weeks. We're not sure how long he'll be out of work, but he's awfully glad he's not a desk jockey like myself or he'd still be going. They've downgraded him to Vicodin because the Percocet was tearing up his stomach.
I remember Vicodin.
When I got my root canal and the nice dentist botched it so bad I got a bone infection they put me on the big V for pain. Craig and I were sitting on the couch watching some documentary on the Crusades and I said "I want ice cream." And he allowed as how ice cream might be doable. But he took exception when I said "I'll drive."
"No," he said quite forcefully (odd for him, he was a bit of a milquetoast, and is it any wonder we didn't last?), "you won't. You've spent the last two hours staring at your hand. I'll drive."
I don't remember what flavor ice cream I made him get, but I remember thinking that was the cheapest two hours of quality entertainment I'd ever had.
Although I will say this, dinner with the bratling when he's had too much sugar comes very very close. Man that kid is cute. He's not mine, but I'm getting a little attached. *sheepish grin*
Also, I'd forgotten how much I love Nina Simone. I put the entire "Peter's Friends" soundtrack in but I just keep listening to this song over and over. *hums along*