First, the update on Morley. He sailed through the surgery this morning and is now lying on the den sofa reading staring blankly at a magazine. He is in very little pain, or more precisely he is feeling no pain due to the fact that his going-away gift from the hospital was a shot of morphine and he's been snacking on hydrocodone ever since. Let's just say he's in a happy place tonight and we'll see how things go tomorrow.
And the other thing is this quiz I found on the internet that will score your performance as a husband or wife according to 1930's standards. Check out my score. And that's all I have to say about that.
Well, maybe I should say one more thing about that: I took it twice because I didn't like the first result and the second time around I cut myself some slack with some of the questions. For example, I couldn't honestly say I ever "give husband a shampoo or manicure", but I have been known to take a shower with him so I figure that counts (oops, that might be TMI. Sorry about that) (see earlier comment about blabbing everything I know on the internet).
By the way, Jim R would score 100% on that quiz--he spoils my sister rotten. I've always liked that about him.
 | 89 As a 1930s wife, I am |
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