Update on the Mr. Goo - Home Tomorrow!

This day has been a flaming hoop, flying circus monkey cluster.

While the guy is installing the hospital bed in the dining room at 4:45pm, The Mr. calls and says, they want you to pick me up at 5:15pm. I have no bedding. The guy isn't even done assembling the bed. You tell them that the ship has sailed and I am not bringing you home in the dead of night. It's unsafe.

He transmitted that to them and as he said - I'll let them fight among themselves. I feel bad, I know he wants to come home. He called back about 30 minutes later. A deal has been reached. And he said, you're right - we'd be fucking around here until midnight before we left. So I feel better that he is realizing that it is just not good sense to try to leave tonight. Too many things left undone on their end!

I will be there at 8am tomorrow. I am making do with what I have to put bedding on the bed (it does not come with sheets and they are Twin extra long) The Mr. thinks that he is gonna be able to go shopping for bedding on the way home. HAAAHAAHAA! right. I have been hammering away on the fact that the one hour ride home is gonna be sheer hell for him and they had better plan on extra pain medication.

Thank you for all your positive thoughts and prayers and comments. I have lots to tell but no time tonight.

I have decided to name the brace Mitch. It is quite turtle shell like. So I guess it is fitting that he will be coming home on Election Day.

Love,

Dawn