Sometimes I just get sick to death of witticisms and puns and quips and clever little doo-dahs. Having said that- I went to school to become a wit, only got halfway through. Har.
So here I am staring at my sleeping Chubsy Wubbsy- he of the most kissable Ricky Nelson lips. They took him off the BiPAP but his chest x-ray this morning is a little worse. He slept through the night and at one point knocked off his oxygen mask altogether but didn't sound any alarms. I think they have his saturation alarm set at around 88 or so. So that's good.
Day 9 and I'm really missing my husband and children. I considered crying but I've just HAD IT with secretions.
I shouldn't complain now that we are past all the ventilator talk. It could be a whole lot worse. We've turned the corner on this thing and, Lord, don't think I'm not grateful, but I want to go home now. I want to hold my family in my arms.
Since that last sentence Webb woke up and I fed him pancakes with his mask off the entire time. He dipped into the low 90s but he didn't go below 88! Yippie yi aye!
I spent last evening listening to music from the 70s and 80s. I've had that Dire Straits song on my mind all morning. Love that song but I really DO NOT like the story of Romeo and Juliet. I love romance and all but that's just stupid what with all the dying and coming back and suicide and stuff... there's nothing romantic about daggers in the heart and licking poison off someone's lips. But that's just me.
Question #1: Who said, "How romantical!"? I know it was a little rascal, but which one?
Question #2: Exactly how would one punctuate Question #1? In American grammar the punctuation mark goes inside the quotation marks, but I'm asking who said, "How romantical! not, who said, "How romantical?"
Anyway, after all that don't forget to tell me who said it.
Bill just now showed up with a Starbucks again! How romantical!