Showing posts with label good news and bad news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good news and bad news. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
The Letter F
I'm in a mood, so let's go off on a tangent. Before we do, let me remind you that the dogs were suspects in this case, at least according to more then one doctor.
F is for foot, which Mrs. Author has had in a cast for eight weeks.
F is for fortitude, required for surviving the holiday season in a cast.
F is for fracture, the diagnosis responsible for said cast.
F is for factual, which the diagnosis was not.
F is for fisticuffs, a lingering desire of mine.
F is for foul.
F is a word that I used far too frequently today when the MRI showed that there was never a break.
BUT...F is for freedom, the new state of that foot. And my wife's mind. Be free Sunshine, because F is for FUN and it's your turn to have it!
Oh, and Nigel would like to remind you that...
F is for foot, which Mrs. Author has had in a cast for eight weeks.
F is for fortitude, required for surviving the holiday season in a cast.
F is for fracture, the diagnosis responsible for said cast.
F is for factual, which the diagnosis was not.
F is for fisticuffs, a lingering desire of mine.
F is for foul.
BUT...F is for freedom, the new state of that foot. And my wife's mind. Be free Sunshine, because F is for FUN and it's your turn to have it!
Oh, and Nigel would like to remind you that...
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