Dinner Guest

It's been one of those weird weeks. Nothing particularly bad happened, but it was just one of those weeks where I felt completely out of a routine and things just didn't feel "normal." And then we had an unplanned guest stop by this afternoon.


At first I wanted to let him know that there is no soliciting allowed in our neighborhood.


But after all the effort he put forth to come to our door, I just didn't have the heart.


Don't worry, I know better than to let strangers into my home.


Turtle stew anyone? Just kidding. Brian is incapacitated and I don't go near anything that bites (other than my kids). I'm assuming "Snapper" is making himself right at home in our flower beds. And with the way the week has gone, "Snapper" is probably a she. A very pregnant she.

And rest assured, that isn't the boogie man standing in our front door. It's the boogie husband. Looks like Brian's days as an Ultimate Fighter have come to an end. On Tuesday, he had arthroscopic surgery to repair some torn tendons and clear out some scar tissue and now he'll be in a sling for at least the next three weeks with several weeks of physical therapy after that. I still think this was the extreme route. I mean if he needed a little vacation from his "honey do" list he could've just asked. I'm probably going to need some of his muscle relaxers by the time he gets completely healed and back on full force Daddy Duty.