Waiting in The Springs

It's become quite obvious that the idea of returning to work Monday was a pipe dream. Still can't even stand up straight.

Which means Husband will stick around a while before returning to Colorado Springs. His co-workers are not thrilled.

Some background: Husband lives with Becky and her man out there and a few months ago, he accidentally knocked down a neighbor's mailbox. While visiting over winter break, I accidentally jammed their trash compactor.

They love us. Really.

Anyway, one of Husband's colleagues sent this email in response to our sudden change in plans:

Sunshine,

Please relay the following message to your wife, after you slip her pain
meds and muscle relaxers in her breakfast:
1) If (she) were nicer to (me)
the pain would go away, (I have) that ability as a hunter and
carnivore.
2) She needs to let go, you
have 20 children in Colorado that need your attention. She has taken enough of
your time.
3) (I) can not walk the dog
alone.
4) (I) need help destroying the
parents place; blowing up the trash compactor and taking out the neighbors mail
boxes, etc…
Thanks for your time, remember to stay strong, women can smell
fear.

I'm so glad it no longer hurts to laugh.