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put my back into it

remember my husbands broked back?
and how he was going back to work, Lord willing and the creek dont rise?

well the good Lord was not willing, and the creek did rise. he did not go to work, and indeed is still home from work.

he has been seeing a physical therapist who has been making him twist and pull and stretch that back until he sweats blood and cries uncle.

this is the man who picks up cars with his bare hands on the weekends for 'something to do'. the man who sports the sexiest of goatees and the sexiest of bass 1 voices. the man who is not opposed to occasionally allowing me to paint his toenails.

it takes a lot to make this man cry out in pain.

between physical therapist visits, he has been spending the majority of his time playing diablo 2 online, reading 3 books a day, and playing a wide assortment of xbox games. his work is like one huge xbox game library, its great.

and yesterday the physical therapist scolded him for not doing enough at home (havent i been saying that exact thing in those exact words for years now? but that is neither here nor there).

yard work was recommended, but really: there is only so many times you can push the same pile of snow around before your fingers fall off.

yesterday? he put away all of the dishes i had washed the night previous. by which i mean every single piece of flatware, glassware, and dishware that we own (yes, i am a bad wife and only do dishes once a month (you may think this is an exaggeration, but believe me: its true (seriously))).

and today? he called me from the store with some questions about which kind of tomatoes i prefer and where in the world he could find the frozen chicken breasts.

let me say that again: he was grocery shopping!

the boy that hate hate hates grocery shopping was at the store grocery shopping. and not only grocery shopping, but being very concerned that if he came home with the wrong tomatoes i would be disappointed.

i need to bake that therapist some cookies.