@Doodles51, I literally LOLd at your post.

The thing of it is, next time he'll have to ask me again, God love him. He's a sweetie and tries so hard and has done a terrific job. I'm sure if I tried to step into his work space I wouldn't do even half as well as him.
@Hip Hip Hooray!, oh my goodness! I read the full account of your roast chicken dinner on your thread and my mouth is watering! Roast chicken is one of my favorite meals. There is just nothing like it. The potatoes and spinach salad sound just perfect to go along with it. Food is healing, isn't it?

And yes, the scalloped potatoes were wonderful. They are fancy and homey all at once.
I've enjoyed doing the exercises. They're simple and yet I can just up the reps to give myself a bit more challenge.
The little girl in your avatar is adorable. I'm sorry if you've mentioned this before; I knew you taught, but for how long? I was a Kindergarten and 1st grade teacher's assistant for 6 years in my younger days and oh my goodness, some of those kiddos really stick in your heart don't they?
@Legin, no...you're not female. I was being sexist. The idea of a fellow who cooks the majority of the time is a wonder to me. I got a good chuckle out of the account of your poor wife's cooking adventure. That sounds like a roommate I had in my early 20's. HATED cooking, but we'd agreed to divide up the duties. One would cook, the other clean, and then switch places. After a few times of eating her charred and/or raw attempts at the culinary arts, I offered to take over full time. I am no Emeril, but at least we weren't in any immediate danger of dying of some foodborne illness.
I will say that my husband has me beaten hands down on any kind of beef preparation. I simply cannot do it. My extent is browning ground beef. He can take any cut and prepare it using any method and it is tender and delicious. I don't know how he does it.
I had an epiphany yesterday. I have noticed since my surgery that when lying down my op leg feels like it is resting a big higher than my non op leg. At first I didn't think much of it because I would have it resting on a pillow and after I discontinued the pillow it would rest on part of the folded back quilt on the end of our bed. The past few nights however I've just been laying on the sheet and I still notice that sensation. It finally struck me that my surgeon had done what he'd set out to do: correct my dysplasia. Since my pelvic structure was out of whack, he had to move it. I'm certain that the height difference I feel is the result of that. DUH!

Hello, Miss Late to the Awareness Party. LOL! It will be interesting to see how it feels after the next surgery.
Have a terrific day, Friends!
