Down Under

So, for the past few weeks, my husband has made Monday the day he calls a doctor or goes to the doctor. In the past month he's had a physical and a MRI. I'm so proud of him for taking care of himself (finally!) Now the dentist will be an entirely different story.

Yesterday, I sent him a text to remind him that it was once again Monday and he knew what that meant. He didn't respond for quite a while, but when he did, it was to say that an appointment had been made. I was surprised-big time.

He came home from work, and in his, "I DO NOT TALK LOUD!!" voice, explained that he was going to the wiener doctor (nice!). Before I could tell him that he was being too loud (as usual), little girl giggles carried from the living room. Now do you believe me loud mouth??

Then, in a loud whisper that was not overheard, he proceeded to tell me that while he was on hold for 15 minutes with the wiener doctor's receptionist, he started thinking about it. He thought it would be funny to ask if along with snipping, could they possible add an inch and maybe a third ball that shoots confetti.

I'm for all three procedures.