To my Dinner Date, Last night we went to Blue Sky Kitchen on a
hot date and we had the whole restaurant to ourselves. We had a
delicious meal, and you sipped on the beer on tap, and we had a
wonderful conversation. It was fun, romantic, and an important way to
reconnect after having spent some time apart this week.
Until... At
one point during dinner, I leaned over for a kiss, to which you
responded my blowing beer breath directly in my face...a mere 4 inches or so
away.
What were you thinking?? After laughing until tears were almost streaming down your face, you said something about thinking I wanted to smell the beer.
Nice...
To my iPhone, I made a very expensive mistake this week (a
very "1st World" problem). After spilling an entire bowl of oatmeal on
myself at breakfast one morning, I immediately took off my terry cloth
robe and washed it to prevent "oatmeal concrete". It wasn't until much
later that I realized I no longer knew where you were. Alas, I found you
at the bottom of the washer after it had completed the entire
cycle...fill, agitate, rinse, spin and all! I was distraught. I shook
the water out, and immediately placed you in a bowl of rice, where you
sat for 8 hours, then opened the back and placed you in a low-heat oven
for another 5 hours, then took you to work the next day and put you in
the desiccator for another 9 hours. After 48 hours, I finally turned you
on and YOU WORK!! Are you kidding?! I am completely amazed.
To the Popmiester, You had many follow up appointments this week
and a stress test, and what was the consensus among all the doctors??:
You are a medical miracle. Growing up, you used to tell Banker Boy that
he was a modern medicine marvel, but now I think you can claim this
title! From this, we can come to two conclusions/sweet reminders: 1) The
Lord must not be done with you yet; and 2) He is capable of incredible
things! In this month of Thanksgiving, I can say we are all so very
thankful for your health!