Everything came together nicely and there were 5 of us in the end.
Amazing food, good wine and interesting conversation. My husband's brother and a friend of ours, who is going to Afganistan in January to train Afgan police and works for the Department of Defense.
I am really concerned for his safety as these people will turn on Americans for very little money but he is better off there than in Iraq where diplomatic immunity is no longer practiced (meaning there is no protection for our military or civilians and they can be held as POW's indefinitely)
We were in bed by 10 pm and up at 4:30 am so we could be in the city by 6:30 this morning for Mr. Funny's gallbladder surgery.
Everything went well with his surgery and recovery and he was feeling great which meant he got to annoy and torture the nurses and aides whenever possible.
While he was in surgery, I took a little trip to Target
We made it home, ran a few errands and I took a nap and while I was sleeping, my husband went to work to make sure everything went well today. He was told he needed to walk around a bit to help the air in his belly work its way out. He broke some rules beginning with driving (the meds were out of his system by then) lifting a heavy box (he got busted by an employee) and overdoing it and then he insisted on meeting our friends for dinner (he ate very bland, healthy food) and drinks (not him) and buying an iPhone 4.
At some point during dinner, he coughed and loosened a stitch in his navel and blood seeped through his shirt so I ended the gallbladder removal party and we went home. I called my sister's boyfriend, who is a nurse, and after talking to Mr. Funny, he confirmed that my ridiculous husband would be fine.
I allowed him to finish payroll, eat some pie and play a bit with the new phone but he is sitting down, watching a movie and relaxing FINALLY!
I am going to bed now. It is exhausting trying to keep an eye on a grown man who cannot sit still.
Apparently, losing an internal organ doesn't faze him, whereas if I get a painful hangnail, I take to my bed.