We had an uneventful ride home from the dentist during which I apparently heaved in the front seat but a) I don’t remember any of it, and b) Mr. CPQ is no stranger to taking me home post-surgery so he was prepared with a trash bag even if it did have a hole in it.
He was NOT prepared when he brought me home the first time following a little outpatient procedure when we were newly married and living in Northern Virginia, and I christened his brand spanking new Ford Explorer for the TWENTY-TWO miles it took to get home.
Let’s just say it’s a good thing our vows were fresh on his mind.
And that he’d paid extra for the Scotch Guard.
Mr. CPQ says he took good care of me even though I don’t remember a thing. I must have been with it enough to type because I found four emails on my iPhone that I don’t recall sending nor do I remember taking this picture of the apparently delicious dinner that he made me.
I did remember that earlier in the week I’d made arrangements to have coffee with June and Kellie on Saturday and I had jokingly told June to prepare to see me in a post-narcotic haze but I was NOT prepared to look like a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon what with the cheeks that looked like they contained pregnant watermelons.
Exactly what I want all of June’s 873492875987502936509587 readers to see.
I think we had a nice time but I was still under the influence and don’t recall much of our conversation.
I’m sure that didn’t stop me from participating.
Have a nice day.