how the roses are

BG had surgery today, she had all her wisdom teeth removed, poor littul binky. She was all nervous and upset. Right before we left for the dentist's office, the Niece sent her a text message of support. It read, "Tell your teeth I said goodbye."

It was reeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaally hard not to fall out laughing. I told BG it was a coughing fit. :)

I gave her hugs and pats and atta girls of support, and told her I envied her because I love being knocked out--at the times they put me out(ass-spelunking one time, and that catheter thing they do checking for blockages that I can't be bothered to look up the other time) I wasn't really sleeping so I kind of enjoyed the forced rest. So, as per my job as Mother, I was all smiles until the nurse came for her and then I immediately watered up like some sit-com mom...very embarrassing. I made myself feel better by some gentle mocking after the surgery. I assured her she didn't look like a hamster, but she didn't buy the lie. Then I kept making her talk with her poor mouth crammed with gauze. That wasn't purposely, I'm just an idiot like that.

And of course, because we are Roses and the world conspires against us, when we picked up her prescription, the handsome pharmacist she has a crush on was there. He took a look at her and said, "eeew!" but it was a sympathetic ew. Tinged with horror, but sympathetic. She's got good taste, that guy is hot to death. Very handsome, older guy.

So, anyhoo, right now she's passed out on the couch and her furry little child is crying because he can't sit with her, and I think I'm getting a cold and I should be getting Lex to fuck Clark and have I ever mentioned I'm a *terrible* nurse? I am, it's sad. At least, for the ones I'm 'nursing' it is. Basically, it consists of me hollering up the stairs, "You okay?" and as long as I get some kind of response, I figure we're good--alive, right? Half the battle right there....

Yer Mother loves you!