Too much working on the house!

Ok, so you know when your husband's going in for surgery on his shoulder that it's officially time to stop working so much and focus more on playing. He's not sure of a specific "injury" that caused the shoulder problems, but blames it on hanging all the lights in our house. Hmmm, guilt trip. This is him before the surgery making sure I knew which shoulder hurts. He's wearing his mini-skirt hospital gown with which he flashed a couple nurses without noticing as he sat up legs crossed, pretty funny. Then he stood up to
show off the gown, took a spin and shook his booty for my pleasure and the nurse walks up right then, definitely made her day, she doubled over laughing. But the best part of the surgery-prep was filling out the forms and the question that said; Breathing: ___ Yes ___ No. What, is that some sort of trick question? We had fun getting ready for the drugs and I think he was a pretty good patient. Turns out the damage to his shoulder was a lot worse than the doctor expected, he said Eddy didn't complain enough to have such damage. Lucky for him, he's relieved of his duties that require the use of his right arm for awhile. Get well soon!