I keep having this dream that my honey is taking me to have my surgery and when we get there, it's a combo surgical suite/restaurant. As I'm sitting in a booth having my BP taken and answering anesthesia questions(asked by a nurse in a waitress uniform, no less), he's ordering a burger! Talk about gall! I'm getting ready to redirect my innards and he's stuffing his gullet. I have actually woken up mad at him. LOL. I have this incredible feeling of loss as I watch him eat all the cheesy bacony goodness. How freakin' Freudian is that? I guess I better get used to it.
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