Thanks to all of those who've left good thoughts for my Mikel. We got to the hostpital around 9:30 yesterday morning and he was sitting in a chair channel surfing (good sign #1). He had been walking around....made a trip down to McDonald's (good sign #2). We took he and his mom a goody bag full of stuff to help pass the time....a hand-held Tetris game, magazines, food, etc. The biggest smile of the day came when I passed Mikel two Motorcross magazines (good sign #3). There's a possibility that they'll have to do one more exploratory surgery, but he should get to come home next week sometime. Cross your fingers and toes.
After the hospital, Mom and I went shopping and I got three more tops and she had to fight me away from the shoes with a stick. The tops:
1) A red v-neck lacy concoction that will go great with the flirty black skirt or pants...even jeans if I'm feeling funky.
2) A crimson 3/4 lenth sleeved top with a layered white ank top. So cute, so casual.
3) A turquoise, lace-trimmed camisole. I'm planning to wear it under the Marilyn top on days that I don't want my cleavage peekin' quite so much.
Thursday afternoon my department head from the college called and woke me upfrom a nap to ask if I will teach her English 1302 class tomorrow morning. I can't tell you how thrilled I am to be teaching something more interesting. They're doing peer review and I get to explain MLA format--something I lightly touch on in the developmental course. I long for the days that I'm teaching regular college English. Just one more year. *gag*
As is expected, I'm neck-deep in Harry Potter and LOVIN'G IT! I was a little iffy about chapter two, for those of you who know what I'm talkin' about, but hopefully that pans out OK. I think I know who gets bumped off and that irks me!!! I talked to David about it last night and he accidentally found out who gets bumped off when he was flipping chapters. I told him we'd confer after we finish reading. I hope I'm wrong...but I don't think I'm wrong. Damn J.K. Rowling! But I love her. So conflicted.
I'm feeling short on all thoughts witty and wonderful this morning. I slept for 11.5 hours last night, so I don't think anyone can blame me. *yawn*
On TV: Major League II
Music: More important things to do.
In my head: Sleep residue.