Sooo... where do I start?
I envisioned myself having allllll this free time over the past 24 hours to catch up on my life. Mr. RH got his wisdom teeth out yesterday and I have for some reason been entrusted to make sure he doesn't die. It's extremely terrifying.
His dad dropped him off at his apartment yesterday around noon... and the first thing he does is bend over (despite my million protests to NOT bend over) and attempt to take his shoes off. Big bloody smile later... and I'm the one on the floor begging my brain not to pass out.
If his dad noticed, he didn't say anything. Which is a bit terrifying, because after 15 minutes I had a feeble Mr. RH feel my forehead and even through the drugs he could feel that I was sweating like I just ran 10 miles.
Anyway, Mr. RH is recovering nicely, I'm smothering him with too much attention, and there was the mother of all thunderstorms (the first of the ENTIRE SUMMER) which kept us both awake at 3 in the morning. Which gave me the opportunity to ice Mr. RH's face.
Dear Lord in Heaven, please let us make it out of this alive. And by us I mean me, because Mr. RH will certainly strike me dead here in a jiffy. xo, Sarah
I would also like to point out I walked less than 10 blocks to get there and, because of the humidity, my big, curly hair went completely and totally straight. Dude, this weather.
We walked all over town - miles and miles and miles. My feet are still a little sore!
The big adventure of the trip, though, was a trip to RPM Italian.