Kevin left early for Portland today. He's hanging out with Jay and Chenoah and all the puppy-dogs. They went to a movie, had a huge lunch at Gustavs, and are probably drinking wine and gossiping as we speak. Never be fooled by men--they are gossip whores just like the rest of us, and thank the good Lord for that. I worked 12 hours, I circulated in two surgeries; my first lady was 300+ pounds, the second was functionally retarded, having her second baby with her equal-stature boyfriend and she left her teeth at home. Staffing was tight. Two patients came by ambulance. And I'm still grumpy!
Who do you think had the better day?
So I over-packed tonight for the holidays. I cleaned the house to my satisfaction because I hate coming home to a mess. It's a little lonely and quiet, and I just don't sleep very well when Kevin is gone. Maybe I have a stuffed toy hidden away....
I watched the last part of "Santa Clause 2." It's a little corny, but it's sweet at the end. And I love Tim Allen, only a little bit because he reminds me so much of my dad. And I'm really missing my dad this year.
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You know Daddu Chase is just watching you and your brothers from a cloud, dangling his feet, sipping a drink and wishing he was there with you.
Hang in there and enjoy Christmas with the grandparents and the rest of the family.
See you soon.
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