Ohhhh, You Thought I Meant LAST Friday.

Yes, yes, I know. I have been very neglectful of the blog of late. I suppose I could give you the full dog-ate-my-homework story, but it's probably best just to say that I have been busy with work (including a full-on, three hanky meltdown one day last week), garden maintenance (I didn't tell you all about our summer gardening? Shame on me.), and sundry things around the house.

Completely random thought:
Does anyone else obsess over new music? You know--listening to it over, and over, and over, and over? ... No one? Really? Well, alrighty then. I just downloaded the song Save Your Best by Steve Reynolds on iTunes and I just played it four times in a row. (Obsess much, Inertia Girl? You betcha!)

So where was I? Oh, my tease from last week. I'd love to give you stories for each of the bullet points, but it is currently 10:00 p.m. CDT and tomorrow is a work day and I'm plumb tuckered from a long day, which (probably only interestingly to me) included an eye doctor's visit where I got to see pictures of my retinas. Love, love, love all things medical so this was right up my alley. Everything looked great (I appreciate your concern)--my maculas were maculating in beautiful pink maculation with veins and arteries in all the right places. Perfecto!

I think all I'm up for this evening is my promised TLS story, so here goes:

I'm not sure if I ever old you that TLS plays four indoor soccer games a week--two games on Tuesday nights and two on Friday nights. Crazy you say? Well, probably a little bit, but as his doctor likes to point out TLS is the only forty-plus year old patient of his that doesn't need to lose any weight or reduce his cholesterol count. And, as a plus for me, it keeps him fit, trim and handsome. (Rawr!) When I left town on the 20th, TLS had both of his scheduled Friday night games. The first game went just fine but during the second one, someone ran into him when he was running full speed. He lost his balance and fell over, catching himself by putting out his right hand. A loud pop ensued and the hand began to swell. He iced it over the weekend and nursed it along. When I got home I started calling it his Incredible Hulk Hand, since it was about twice its normal size and faintly green from the bruising. It was tres, tres sexy, I can tell you right now. He ended up calling his aforementioned doctor and getting in to see him Monday morning. Dr. G. didn't see any fractures on x-ray, but got him in to see a hand specialist on Tuesday morning. Ten x-rays later, TLS was pronounced with three fractures, two to bones in the middle of his hand and one to the radius bone in his arm and was fitted with a fetching royal blue cast. I go out of town and apparently his body decides to rebel. Ah...true love!