Awww, a late night entry. How nostalgic. I should be at work right now but I managed to re-sprain my thumb at football tonight. I initially sprained it 3 weeks ago and was told it would heal in 6-8 weeks. Of course I was too stubborn to listen to such a diagnosis. I was back on the field, floor and ice 4 days after the sprain. Now I'm back to square one. Work was out of the question tonight, as everything I do requires an opposable thumb.
Ally went on into work without me. I begged her to stay home and take a snuggle night but she's against us taking sick days together. She's afraid of how people will talk. I could care less about my co-workers and their idle chatter.
I went out for coffee with Ally and The Kid. I was a little wary at first that it would be intruding but Ally assured me it's good for her to be around people who aren't afraid to socialize with her. The experience boggled my mind. Ally was so kind and patient. She handled The Kid with such ease. It sort of made me fall in love with my girlfriend all over again.
Well, it's 2:00 a.m. I'm home alone. My thumb is throbbing. I think I shall go drink chocolate milk right out of the carton. Try and stop me.
Nicole
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