Andrew is great. Fantastic even. Except that he says, when he wakes up in the morning, "everything hurts." I can only imagine. He still rests a lot, though he's started taking walks during the day. Since he was first weighed in the hospital, he's lost 9 pounds, but his appetite is back in full force (says the bowl of brownie mix with a spoon in it sitting in the refrigerator).
Sarge and I are going to take him out to enjoy the 80-degree weather this weekend at one of our favorite spots.
And, against all odds, my brain is recovering. Bit by bit.
I've washed all his clothes in the "yellow bag of doom" except the tank top. I can't bring myself to look at it again.
Did I mention? Warrior Dash 2014? With Sarge and Andrew? Hell yes! Sarge and I ran it a couple years ago, and Andrew wants to do it with us this year. Hooah, right?!
I tried to nudge Jake, but he's too cool fer dat shit. Busy listening to his music and having a social life and being a grownup and whatnot. Bah, I say! He knows he wants to come hang out wif Mommy and Daddy this weekend and play on the waterslides, he just can't risk ruining his "Hey, let's go to the mall and offend people because we're losers and have nothing better to do" reputation (*wink*).
And to everyone who fist-bumped Drew on his GoFundMe page, he was moved beyond words, so thank you. He's been Craigslist car shopping for the past week for a Fast & The Furious car and wondering why he can't get an Audi.
As an aside, he did use his own money to make a donation to Paul Walker's charity. My kids' awesomeness never ends.
As another aside, Sarge's med board is finished and he is 110 days to retirement. I'm excited. I'm terrified. RIP Army. You've been good to us. But it's time to get my babies the fuck outta Fayettenam and put my toes in the sand.
Just a jumble of uninteresting words as I wait for my company's tech support to finish installing the software for my new account. Nothing better to do. Except talk to you people. So. Wassup. And stuff.
Here ya go, Jake. I know how much you love Dahvie! (And quit coughing, I can't hear the TV!).