No one ever told Brandie that one day she would be waiting hand and foot on her crippled husband, but alas, here we are. I sprained my ankle playing basketball the other day and supposedly I'll have these crutches till Christmas. Right now Brandie is playing with my birthday card that she bought me; it quotes the Blues Brothers Movie that I like so much..."It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses...hit it"...I love it, and Brandie says it cracks her up.
Tonight we had egg noodles and meatballs in soup. It was good, but I suck at eating noodles in soup with a fork...it's all over our kitchen table now. So, also tonight, Brandie and I sat down to make our Christmas list for everyone. And we've decided that we're not getting anything for anyone...we'll be happy to accept presents...but you people are just to hard to buy for (now she's using my crutch as a gun and shooting the Christmas tree).
My wonderful wife (gun shooter that she is) has bought for me a Taylor 714ce guitar for my birthday (which was the 13th)...so now all I do is play the guitar.
Brandie's bored...at least I think so, cause she's shaking the crutch like a trophy and singing "We are the Champions" by Queen.
I'm glad this was our first post, it seems to have been very...enthralling at least.