Dave finally gets to have his ACL reconstruction surgery today.

The past few days have been nightmare-ish; he's been calling all over the county and city, trying to make sure that Tricare will cover everything.  They haven't, btw. They haven't covered everything - but we'll make do without the equipment they wouldn't cover.  It pisses me off, and D's going to write his elected official(s) when he's recovered, but right now it's time to concentrate getting him through the op and on the road to recovery.

When I stepped out of the shower yesterday, I saw 'I *heart* u Karen' written on the mirror above the vanity.  He'd done it a couple of days ago, knowing that when I was paying attention I'd finally see it. 

He goes to extremes, that man.  He's either a total love or a total butt. 

I much prefer the love.