The first of April has come and gone. I had a big celebration, all by myself. I celebrated , as always, 15 years being thankful for the halo I had for 12 weeks. One nurse told me it might be the only one I'd get.
When I remember back on it--it was terrible. I know I have consequences on account of it---but I'm alive. What a day to remember. The thing I remember best is going out to breakfast to say good bye to Cindy, Kelsy and Miranda. We were leaving the next morning for our first sower's project which was to be at Brono, Ar. at a boys camp. After surgery I throw up all night and the nurses knew I had a big breakfast. At least they said--You've got a good appetite.
A little colored joke I heard from one of my e-mail friends.
A lady got a phone call from her husband who was at work. "Dear will you back my fishing gear? Bob and Joe want me to go along to Canada for the week end." Sure.
"Set out my tackle box, net, rain coat,shaver and clothing. And oh yes-will you also back my silk blue pj.'s?" Sure. "I'll swing around and pick them up before we leave." OK.
He did, and left. Came back on Monday morning. His wife said. " How was fishing dear"? " OH GREAT. Got some bass, northern and pike." Good. "You forgot my pj.s though." "If you had looked in your tackle box you have seen them."
3 comments:
I was thinking of your halo just the other day. Man that was really something. So glad it turned out as good as it did. Love you
Good joke - got him there didn't she!!! Do you still keep in contact with some of your sower friends???
I just saw that I didn't comment on here yet....oops! Can't believe it has been that long since the halo!
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