Bye Bye Boo Boo....

Okay, so it was a long night at work tonight. It seemed to drag on forever! We boxed a lot of roasts tonight. I really wish you people would just boycott the roasts, damn it! My arms are so sore. Now, the roasts average about three and a half pounds each. That is nothing, right? Yeah, well, KISS MY ASS! You try lifting three and a half pounds over and over and over and over again... for NINE hours! We (myself and the slowest man on the planet), boxed over 3,200 roasts tonight. And that figure does not include all the other products we worked tonight. My arms ache, my shoulders ache, and the back of my neck aches. And now, seeing myself whine about this hurting, I feel bad, because The Honey sent me some pictures of his "boo boo" last night. (By the way Honey, boo boo is the term my children use to discuss my breasts! LMAO...When Kylie was little she would ask for "boo boo juice" when she wanted to nurse. Too funny! We even made up a boo boo song when she was weaning.. lmao.. maybe some day I will sing it for you.. LMAO...) Okay, sorry, got a little off topic there for a minute, forgive me, I am very tired and the strangest things are funny to me right now. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so I saw pictures of The Honey's injuries. As he posted them for me to see he told me not to "freak out". Well, I didn't "freak out" but I did cry. He is probably going to be upset when he reads this, but I just couldn't help it. Seeing him cut up like that made me so sad. One of the cuts runs from right under his jawline all the way down his sweet neck, (way too close to important inside stuff for my taste), across his collar bone, and ends just before his shoulder. The other one is an inverted "L" shape cut on his bicep. They are both HUGE! They both look extremely painful, and they both are on MY HONEY. Of course that made me cry. I am just glad we were not on the phone when I saw those pictures for the first time. It upsets him to hear me cry, and he would have hated the sobs that escaped me last night. I am just so damned grateful that he is okay, it could have been so much worse. I could have lost my very best friend in the entire world. I still can not believe he was conscious after sustaining an injury like that. And I really can't believe he managed to call me and talk to me for three minutes with his neck cut open like that. I mean really, what was he thinking about? Well, me obviously. And how sweet is that? I am so glad he is okay, I don't know what I would do without him. That's all, Goodnight.