Dru and I are heading into the big city for the Twin's game tonight. My boss was nice enough to give us tickets a few months ago as he has some sort of season ticket thing with friends. Our tickets are pretty good ones, and we are somewhere along the first base line 14 rows up.
Baseball has been a family thing ever since I was little. The countless hours that I spent watching my big brother play from Tball to college ball (I only ever got to see one of his college games). But he was good at what he did and still loves the game. He currently coaches Baseball at the high school that we both attended. It is his passion. So it is only fitting that I do like the game. Even though baseball was usually part of my birthday every year I have forgiven him for that. My attention span is not the greatest sometimes so it does help that I am of legal drinking age to consume adult beverages at games now. Who does not love paying $8 for a beer on a beautiful summer day?
I am throwing my diet out the door for today. I am going to consume baseball food and drinks. I am going to laugh and enjoy the night. Our friends who we invited to go with us are native Minnesotians and are going to show us some of the city before the game. We are going to bars before, we are going to enjoy this beautiful day. I am excited! I am charging my camera in the hopes that I will actually use it. No promises but I need to start documenting our lives better.
And another kicker to make this day even better. I was able to squeeze my body into a pair of jeans from college. From my skinnier days. They fit. They were not super comfy as I still am healing from my surgery last week, and I choose not to wear them. But I am finally starting to feel pretty again. Sexy in my jeans-sexy in my own skin.
I hope that you are enjoying your Saturday as much as we are going to. Tomorrow is August 1st so I have vowed to enjoy summer as much as I can. Tanning and getting ready for my brother and Kyla's visit (Tuesday) is on the agenda for tomorrow.
In the words of Lorayne-PEACE!
7/30/10
Five Q Friday-end of July edition.
Five Question Friday time AGAIN!!! Yes, it is almost lunchtime here (edit....I started this right before lunchtime, and now it is 4pm, FAIL) and that means that I am only 5 hours (now 1 hour....yay!!!) away from the weekend. Speaking of lunch. I am cooking up some Tofu-with montreal steak seasoning. Oxymoran? But I love Tofu, and I love the seasoning. It works-Promise.
Edited: Totatlly didn't work. I wasn't feeling it once I started to eat. Way way way too salty for me. Food has tasted weird all day to me. Since food does not sound good, I am hoping that wine still tastes the same because I am MORE than ready to pour myself a nice big glass. While I sit and wait for the hubby to get home from work.
1. Did you have a favorite blanket or toy as a kid? If so, do you still have it?
I didn't have anything like that from when I was a kid. But my brother had "Teddy" his brown teddybear, and Teddy is still around and he is 26. I wish I had something cool like that.
2. Do you dream in color?
Is there any other way to dream? I honestly don't know how others dream, but mine usually are very vivid and real life like. So hell ya, I dream in color! And since I am usually daydreaming you better bet that they are color-HD even :)
3. How tall are you? Do you wish you were shorter or taller?
5 7ish. Or maybe a little shorter. But rounding up it acceptable when you are close. I am actually really happy with my height. A lot of my friends here are shorter than me. It is actually pretty funny, because I never considered myself tall until I moved here. Maybe people in the midwest are shorter than people from the west coast?
4. If you could have anyone's (celeb or other) voice as the guide on your GPS, who would it be?
I usually mute my GPS. I hate people telling me what to do. And telling me how/where to drive is one of my biggest pet peeves. So no voice is greatly appreciated. I married the driving Nazi so I don't need to hear shit from my GPS.
5. Do you return your shopping cart to the corral or leave it wherever in the parking lot?
Depends on how cold it is outside, or if I feel like being an asshole or not. I usually try to return it to the cart holder, but I am not going to say that I always do.
So thats it. Five question Friday! And guess what we are doing tomorrow? Going to the Twin's game vs. Seattle. Hopefully I will remember to take pictures.
Have a great weekend!
Edited: Totatlly didn't work. I wasn't feeling it once I started to eat. Way way way too salty for me. Food has tasted weird all day to me. Since food does not sound good, I am hoping that wine still tastes the same because I am MORE than ready to pour myself a nice big glass. While I sit and wait for the hubby to get home from work.
But moving on. My answers to Five Question Friday-Hosted by the fabulous Mama M. Over at http://www.fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/ She is pretty awesome so I suggest that you check her out!
Since she is also a nurse and a baby nurse to boot (did I really just use that saying?) and lives in MN....I think that I might track her down when we decide to have babies. Serious, thats how awesome I think that she is!!!
1. Did you have a favorite blanket or toy as a kid? If so, do you still have it?
I didn't have anything like that from when I was a kid. But my brother had "Teddy" his brown teddybear, and Teddy is still around and he is 26. I wish I had something cool like that.
2. Do you dream in color?
Is there any other way to dream? I honestly don't know how others dream, but mine usually are very vivid and real life like. So hell ya, I dream in color! And since I am usually daydreaming you better bet that they are color-HD even :)
3. How tall are you? Do you wish you were shorter or taller?
5 7ish. Or maybe a little shorter. But rounding up it acceptable when you are close. I am actually really happy with my height. A lot of my friends here are shorter than me. It is actually pretty funny, because I never considered myself tall until I moved here. Maybe people in the midwest are shorter than people from the west coast?
4. If you could have anyone's (celeb or other) voice as the guide on your GPS, who would it be?
I usually mute my GPS. I hate people telling me what to do. And telling me how/where to drive is one of my biggest pet peeves. So no voice is greatly appreciated. I married the driving Nazi so I don't need to hear shit from my GPS.
5. Do you return your shopping cart to the corral or leave it wherever in the parking lot?
Depends on how cold it is outside, or if I feel like being an asshole or not. I usually try to return it to the cart holder, but I am not going to say that I always do.
So thats it. Five question Friday! And guess what we are doing tomorrow? Going to the Twin's game vs. Seattle. Hopefully I will remember to take pictures.
Have a great weekend!
7/28/10
Where was I?
After clicking on the "new post" button over and over and getting an error, I find myself here not remembering what I was going to post about. Memory loss at 24 is not a good sign.
Dru started his new shift today. I am a little torn about how I feel. On one side, I really loved his morning shifts. He would get up really early, be super quiet, get dressed in the bathroom after his shower, turn the coffee on and come in and give me a silent kiss goodbye before his day. He got home around 3:30 most every day and would sometimes take a nap with Stan, or go fishing, and then we would have the evenings to spend together.
Now...He gets to sleep in. Which means that I can't drink my coffee (which I now have to make myself) in bed, while checking email, facebooking, Today Show watching and blogging, and Stan snuggling until I have to be to work at 8am. And by be to work, that means walk downstairs. I now have to be quiet when I get up. Make the coffee, watch the Today show in the living room, and yell at the baby kitties to shut up and stop fighting. I have to also feed the kitties because they are starving because their dad had not fed them. Then Dru gets up whenever it pleases him. Drinks coffee in bed while Stan snuggling. Showers and gets ready for work and does not return home until 10pm.....
After writing this all down it is pretty clear to me who got the short end of the stick in this deal.
If you are having problems identifying who it is that got shorted. ME...ME....ME!!!
So tonight I will be lonely. Or every night for that matter. So if I suddenly become a lot better about calling you back, or actually calling to chat this is why. It is not because I love you more or less I promise. But call me, I'm lonely.
Dru started his new shift today. I am a little torn about how I feel. On one side, I really loved his morning shifts. He would get up really early, be super quiet, get dressed in the bathroom after his shower, turn the coffee on and come in and give me a silent kiss goodbye before his day. He got home around 3:30 most every day and would sometimes take a nap with Stan, or go fishing, and then we would have the evenings to spend together.
Now...He gets to sleep in. Which means that I can't drink my coffee (which I now have to make myself) in bed, while checking email, facebooking, Today Show watching and blogging, and Stan snuggling until I have to be to work at 8am. And by be to work, that means walk downstairs. I now have to be quiet when I get up. Make the coffee, watch the Today show in the living room, and yell at the baby kitties to shut up and stop fighting. I have to also feed the kitties because they are starving because their dad had not fed them. Then Dru gets up whenever it pleases him. Drinks coffee in bed while Stan snuggling. Showers and gets ready for work and does not return home until 10pm.....
After writing this all down it is pretty clear to me who got the short end of the stick in this deal.
If you are having problems identifying who it is that got shorted. ME...ME....ME!!!
So tonight I will be lonely. Or every night for that matter. So if I suddenly become a lot better about calling you back, or actually calling to chat this is why. It is not because I love you more or less I promise. But call me, I'm lonely.
7/27/10
Part Three "Why my appendix didn't need me anymore".....
So I am sick of my own story. And thus it is now a week later that I lost my appendix. To make a long story short, they took it out. I had to stay at the hospital until afternoon the next day. They didn't have very good food, and I am pretty sure that the internet there caused my macbook to crash and lose her harddrive.
But now it is tuesday again. I am working. Not planning on needing any more body parts removed any time soon. Planning for some storms that are going to happen tonight. Thanking god for AC since it is HOTT outside, and humid and just plain gross.
I am enjoying spending time with my husband as he will start the night shift tomorrow. I am not looking forward to him working until 10ish at night. That means that I will be lonely at nighttime. I will have nothing to do when he is not home and I will probably go to bed early. I might drink wine by myself or bring a bottle over to my good friend Lorayne's house to share. She is a great wine partner since she lives walking distance, we get along great and love to chat, and she loves wine just as much as I do.
We are going to a Twin's game on Sat. I am really excited as I have not yet been to the new field. It is nice (I have been told) the weather is going to be great (crossing fingers) and we have great seats (thank's boss)!
My brother and Kyla arrive on Tuesday!! YAY! I am super excited. But that also means that I have a lot of cleaning to do before they arrive. I want my house to be super duper clean, and as free of kitty hair as possible. But since the kitties shed a lot I don't know how possible that will be.
But now it is tuesday again. I am working. Not planning on needing any more body parts removed any time soon. Planning for some storms that are going to happen tonight. Thanking god for AC since it is HOTT outside, and humid and just plain gross.
I am enjoying spending time with my husband as he will start the night shift tomorrow. I am not looking forward to him working until 10ish at night. That means that I will be lonely at nighttime. I will have nothing to do when he is not home and I will probably go to bed early. I might drink wine by myself or bring a bottle over to my good friend Lorayne's house to share. She is a great wine partner since she lives walking distance, we get along great and love to chat, and she loves wine just as much as I do.
We are going to a Twin's game on Sat. I am really excited as I have not yet been to the new field. It is nice (I have been told) the weather is going to be great (crossing fingers) and we have great seats (thank's boss)!
My brother and Kyla arrive on Tuesday!! YAY! I am super excited. But that also means that I have a lot of cleaning to do before they arrive. I want my house to be super duper clean, and as free of kitty hair as possible. But since the kitties shed a lot I don't know how possible that will be.
7/25/10
Part two of "why my appendix did not need me anymore"
So I think that I ended last time with the potassium and the hints of surgery that were to happen later that night....But I could be wrong.
Finally another Dr. decided that it was a good idea to come in and tell me that they were trying to get a hold of a surgeon and that I was to have my appendix removed because it was "hot". I am guessing that hot means inflamed and that it was not happy in my body. They didn't want it to burst so they started giving me antibiotics along with everything else that I was being injected with. And I was starting to get bored. I had been in the ER since 4pm and it was now around 9pm (I think...those details are a little fuzzy and the clock in the room was driving me nuts). I sent Dru home to feed the kitties, get me some comfy underpants (yes a thong is not the best choice when sitting in a hospital bed or after surgery) some socks and my computer.
I didn't think to ask for the most essential item which are my sleeping pants. I didn't think that I would have to stay in the hospital over night. For some reason I was assuming after my surgery they would let me go home to my comfy bed and sleeping pants. Boy was I wrong. And I regretted this decision almost instantly when Dru returned with the "essentials" I had asked for. I didn't even ask for a toothbrush. I was not thinking straight. So word to the wise-ask for sleeping pants when embarking on a surgery and overnight stay in the hospital. Since the drawstring waist velour pants are VERY warm to sleep in, and are not tight around the ankles and ride up when you sleep and then your legs touch. I'm slightly nuerotic about my legs touching if you didn't notice. I would call it one of my biggest quirks.
Anyways, back to the story at hand. They (I don't know who they are, but they suck) decided that I was to stay down in the ER as long as possible before my surgery. NoT cool. I wanted a TV and a comfy bed so I begged to be sent upstairs. Which finally happened around 11pm. They wheeled my up to the third floor to my new comfy (or more comfy than the ER) room. Private room with a big window and a view, and my own bathroom, and bed that moved up and down, and a button to bother people when I needed to pee. So I got in my new bed. Asked for a million covers and they decided that I needed more potassium. Seriously need to start eating banana's or something cause getting it injected is hell. I needed an ice pack to put on my arm to stop the burning and stinging and feeling that my arm was going to fall off feeling as the potassium was entering my veins. I got comfy-looked for Top Chef on the TV. Which does not make much sense as I think that it was Tuesday night but Dru and I were both really tired and out of it. So we searched for the channel with no luck.
Dru got comfy in his chair and decided to take a little nap. Me on the other hand. I was wired and not tired and anxious that I was going to be having surgery and not knowing when. So Dru napped, I channel surfed and they finally took me downstairs for prep for surgery. They made me take off my pants for surgery-which was not my fav, but ohh well. So I waited in the room, which seemed like FOREVER. Talked to the Dr. and all the necessary parties and was ready to get this show on the road. It was past midnight-it was 1am ish. And I was in pain, tired, anxious, and ready to take a little nap....
Speaking of nap. you are probably ready to take one too. So part 3 will happen whenever I feel up to the task. Saying a specific time is not the best because then you expect something from me-and well I can't always deliver.
Have a great Sunday!
Finally another Dr. decided that it was a good idea to come in and tell me that they were trying to get a hold of a surgeon and that I was to have my appendix removed because it was "hot". I am guessing that hot means inflamed and that it was not happy in my body. They didn't want it to burst so they started giving me antibiotics along with everything else that I was being injected with. And I was starting to get bored. I had been in the ER since 4pm and it was now around 9pm (I think...those details are a little fuzzy and the clock in the room was driving me nuts). I sent Dru home to feed the kitties, get me some comfy underpants (yes a thong is not the best choice when sitting in a hospital bed or after surgery) some socks and my computer.
I didn't think to ask for the most essential item which are my sleeping pants. I didn't think that I would have to stay in the hospital over night. For some reason I was assuming after my surgery they would let me go home to my comfy bed and sleeping pants. Boy was I wrong. And I regretted this decision almost instantly when Dru returned with the "essentials" I had asked for. I didn't even ask for a toothbrush. I was not thinking straight. So word to the wise-ask for sleeping pants when embarking on a surgery and overnight stay in the hospital. Since the drawstring waist velour pants are VERY warm to sleep in, and are not tight around the ankles and ride up when you sleep and then your legs touch. I'm slightly nuerotic about my legs touching if you didn't notice. I would call it one of my biggest quirks.
Anyways, back to the story at hand. They (I don't know who they are, but they suck) decided that I was to stay down in the ER as long as possible before my surgery. NoT cool. I wanted a TV and a comfy bed so I begged to be sent upstairs. Which finally happened around 11pm. They wheeled my up to the third floor to my new comfy (or more comfy than the ER) room. Private room with a big window and a view, and my own bathroom, and bed that moved up and down, and a button to bother people when I needed to pee. So I got in my new bed. Asked for a million covers and they decided that I needed more potassium. Seriously need to start eating banana's or something cause getting it injected is hell. I needed an ice pack to put on my arm to stop the burning and stinging and feeling that my arm was going to fall off feeling as the potassium was entering my veins. I got comfy-looked for Top Chef on the TV. Which does not make much sense as I think that it was Tuesday night but Dru and I were both really tired and out of it. So we searched for the channel with no luck.
Dru got comfy in his chair and decided to take a little nap. Me on the other hand. I was wired and not tired and anxious that I was going to be having surgery and not knowing when. So Dru napped, I channel surfed and they finally took me downstairs for prep for surgery. They made me take off my pants for surgery-which was not my fav, but ohh well. So I waited in the room, which seemed like FOREVER. Talked to the Dr. and all the necessary parties and was ready to get this show on the road. It was past midnight-it was 1am ish. And I was in pain, tired, anxious, and ready to take a little nap....
Speaking of nap. you are probably ready to take one too. So part 3 will happen whenever I feel up to the task. Saying a specific time is not the best because then you expect something from me-and well I can't always deliver.
Have a great Sunday!
7/23/10
Part one "why my appendix didn't need me anymore"
So I got to thinkin.....Bout time I start doing that after being on a mental check out for the past few days! I never really explained what happened to me. How I ended up in the hospital after a rather great outlook on life Tuesday morning.
Well here goes it. Tuesday was a great day. I was feeling great, motivated and had a great look on the day. I even wrote a post about my favorite morning news host and his balding :) I had worked out with my personal trainer the day before, was not as sore as I thought that I was going to be, was ready to when the weight loss challenge final weigh-in that was Tuesday night, celebrate a dear friends bday with her and go out for fattening food and drinks (after weigh-in, of course)....Things were great.
I had not yet showered for the day, which is pretty par for the normal here at Casa Erin and Dru. Showering happens when I have to go somewhere, and I was planning on running after work anyway. Working from upstairs because I got bored with my office downstairs. Working hard, chatting it up with the coworker on IM passing convo's back and forth about exciting stuff, ya know the norm! Dru was napping and had gotten home from work. Stan had joined him.
I started having a weird pain in my lower right side of my abdomen. A strange pain that I had never had before. Something that was hurting and hurting bad. I had a sort of bad tummy ache in the middle of the night the night before, but I figured that I was fine. Just normal bad tummy, maybe I ate something funny?
Well the pain started to get worse. I woke Dru up and laid on the bed and cried. I didn't want to go to the Dr. I didn't want to go to the hospital. I figured it would go away. Well I did some Dr. Google next. Who does not Dr. Google when something weird is happening? Don't lie!
Dr. Google tells me that it could be my appendix. I have most of the symptoms. I should probably go to the ER since I can't sit, stand, go to the bathroom. Ect. I get there, get to a room and wait and wait and wait. 45 mins goes by, and I have tried to tell myself that I am fine. I don't want to be there. I am FINE! Well, I was finally seen. Turns out he didn't think I was fine. I got an iv started, and blood tests, all that jazz. Turns out they think appendix too. Need to do a CT scan to confirm. I drink nasty stuff, and wait some more. An hour later I had the CT. Not too scary, but damn was I thirsty! I was parched. I had not eaten anything since the night before, so thirsty I thought that I could die, and just plan uncomfortable with pain.
We wait, did I mention that I did a lot of waiting? While waiting I was informed that I was
a. not preg. okay thanks, thats not what I am here for.
b. low on Posassium ( I don't know how to spell, I don't care) and that I needed some in my iv
c. most likely had a probelm in my abdominal region....well DUH. that is why I am here?
So while we waited for the resluts from the CT. It was decided that I needed some potassium. Straight up in the iv, that was ever so nicely delivering me some fluids, pain meds and now some more "good stuff"....WRONG. That shit hurts going in the viens. Hurts so bad I started crying and I think that I might have yelled fuck at the nurse! oops. It hurt, I apologized for my bad language, but I could not take it. The burning the stinging the feeling as if my arm was going to fall off. Just all in all bad news. But I needed it. Especially if I was going to have surgery. (this my friends is the first time that surgery was brought up directly to my face) I could hear them chatting outside my room, but no one tells you anything when you are in the ER for hours on end. I needed potassium or they would not preform surgery "later tonight".
So I am sure that everyone knows the outcome of this post and I am tired and need a nap-But I will continue tomorrow or later today when I have more energy.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Well here goes it. Tuesday was a great day. I was feeling great, motivated and had a great look on the day. I even wrote a post about my favorite morning news host and his balding :) I had worked out with my personal trainer the day before, was not as sore as I thought that I was going to be, was ready to when the weight loss challenge final weigh-in that was Tuesday night, celebrate a dear friends bday with her and go out for fattening food and drinks (after weigh-in, of course)....Things were great.
I had not yet showered for the day, which is pretty par for the normal here at Casa Erin and Dru. Showering happens when I have to go somewhere, and I was planning on running after work anyway. Working from upstairs because I got bored with my office downstairs. Working hard, chatting it up with the coworker on IM passing convo's back and forth about exciting stuff, ya know the norm! Dru was napping and had gotten home from work. Stan had joined him.
I started having a weird pain in my lower right side of my abdomen. A strange pain that I had never had before. Something that was hurting and hurting bad. I had a sort of bad tummy ache in the middle of the night the night before, but I figured that I was fine. Just normal bad tummy, maybe I ate something funny?
Well the pain started to get worse. I woke Dru up and laid on the bed and cried. I didn't want to go to the Dr. I didn't want to go to the hospital. I figured it would go away. Well I did some Dr. Google next. Who does not Dr. Google when something weird is happening? Don't lie!
Dr. Google tells me that it could be my appendix. I have most of the symptoms. I should probably go to the ER since I can't sit, stand, go to the bathroom. Ect. I get there, get to a room and wait and wait and wait. 45 mins goes by, and I have tried to tell myself that I am fine. I don't want to be there. I am FINE! Well, I was finally seen. Turns out he didn't think I was fine. I got an iv started, and blood tests, all that jazz. Turns out they think appendix too. Need to do a CT scan to confirm. I drink nasty stuff, and wait some more. An hour later I had the CT. Not too scary, but damn was I thirsty! I was parched. I had not eaten anything since the night before, so thirsty I thought that I could die, and just plan uncomfortable with pain.
We wait, did I mention that I did a lot of waiting? While waiting I was informed that I was
a. not preg. okay thanks, thats not what I am here for.
b. low on Posassium ( I don't know how to spell, I don't care) and that I needed some in my iv
c. most likely had a probelm in my abdominal region....well DUH. that is why I am here?
So while we waited for the resluts from the CT. It was decided that I needed some potassium. Straight up in the iv, that was ever so nicely delivering me some fluids, pain meds and now some more "good stuff"....WRONG. That shit hurts going in the viens. Hurts so bad I started crying and I think that I might have yelled fuck at the nurse! oops. It hurt, I apologized for my bad language, but I could not take it. The burning the stinging the feeling as if my arm was going to fall off. Just all in all bad news. But I needed it. Especially if I was going to have surgery. (this my friends is the first time that surgery was brought up directly to my face) I could hear them chatting outside my room, but no one tells you anything when you are in the ER for hours on end. I needed potassium or they would not preform surgery "later tonight".
So I am sure that everyone knows the outcome of this post and I am tired and need a nap-But I will continue tomorrow or later today when I have more energy.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Where I reveal some of my memory loss, and quirks with sleeping pants.
Hey Oh! Its Friday! 5Q Friday to be exact. I have been awake for many hours. Pain, and baby kitties jumping on my tummy just don't go over well at 5:45am. So here it goes! 5Q Friday-and its a little strange I must warn you.
1. What were your school colors?
Highschool Colors were Blue and Silver and sometimes the football team incorportated black into their uniforms? I donno, kind of strange to me. But I think oficially they were Blue and White? And I might be making up the silver?
Now I feel like you all probably think that I went to highschool decades ago, and I have a bad memory. Well, beings that I graduated HS in 2004-a mesely 6 years ago I should know what our colors are don't cha think?
My Elementary school (K-8th Grade) were Green and Gold. I think-or Green and White. Wow, I have the worst memory EVER. Mom will you confirm these colors for me please? Thanks a bunch!
2. What's the best compliment you ever received?
Well, people sometimes tell me they like my hair, when I actually do it. Someone once told me that I had a pretty voice. But I am damn sure that he was probably lying. We were in the car singing to the radio waiting for youth group at the local church. Is it really strange that I remember this? It is to me. And maybe I have just a teensy bit beleived it over the years so I don't feel as bad singing at the top of my lungs when alone in the car. Hence the alone part-Dru is not so fond of my singing along with the Radio!
3. Do you buy cheap or expensive toilet paper?
We are all about the expensive stuff here at our house. We have a TP problem, and go through a lot of it for just 2 people. But oh well, our bums are satisified and that is all that matters!
4. Have you ever had a surprise party thrown for you? Or have you had one for someone else? Nope and Nope. I don't think so. I am not a great surprise person, and don't really like surprises. I like to know what is going on so I think that I would be a little miffed at a surprise party.
5. What is one material possession that you "can't live without"?
I don't think that there is something that I can't live without that is material. Things can be replaced. They are that, just things. I don't dwell on what I have, because things can change in an instant. And "Shit Happens" so I just try to go with the flow and know that I will always be well taken care of and that I have Dru and that is all that matters. But I do always try to wear clean underware if there is a tornado warning. Don't want to be caught w.o clean underware. Or sleeping pants.
Okay, maybe I revise this question and say that I need my sleeping pants. I can't sleep when my legs touch. and they are a material possession, and I need them. At the hospital the other night i had to have my pants on when I went down for surgery, and they stored them for me in the "wake up" room and I got them right back after. I am weird!
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