You're probably wondering what all these things have in common, but I promise they're related. Just bear with me for a few and it will all make sense.
As you may recall, Steve sent Snappy on her way the other night. Unfortunately, Snappy can be a bit persistent. She snuck back in yesterday and said a few things that were borderline. I shooed her away, which is probably what saved me.
She popped back up again today. I could tell she was really starting to irritate Steve so I tried to shut her up. That lasted a little while, at least until I took a tumble right after we got back from being out. Somehow Steve and our daughter missed the fact that I had fell and went in the house without me.
When I fell, I banged myself up pretty good. Nothing was broke (at least I don't think it was), although I'm skinned up in a few spots and managed to sprain my wrist and ankle. It wasn't until I tried to get up that I realized I couldn't. So I sat there on the ground and waited for someone to notice that I was missing and come looking for me.
By the time Steve came out, I was pretty ticked off and Snappy was back and ready to fight. She chewed him up one side and down the other. When he tried to help me up, she even told him to leave me the h*ll alone. He was surprisingly patient with both of us, not saying a whole lot although he did say he didn't know what was going on with me, but we needed to fix it.
Finally once she realized that there was no way I could get up without his help, she relented. He helped me up and I hobbled into the house, at which point Snappy disappeared. I went into the bedroom,flopped down on the bed, curled up in a ball and started crying. I don't know if it was this emotional storm I've been caught in for the last couple days or the pain from the fall, but I could not stop crying. I was still crying when Steve came in a few minutes later to check on me.
He didn't say anything, just rubbed my back until I calmed down. Then he offered to make me lunch, which kind of surprised me because he very rarely cooks for me. He's been pampering me ever since. He's been taking care of our daughter, bringing me things so I don't have to get up and urging me to rest.
This evening we went out to dinner. It wasn't anything fancy, just fast food, but it was a meal I didn't have to cook (or do dishes from). As we sat at the table waiting on our order to be ready, I was looking at the hot sauce packets. I always get a kick out of reading them. Then I found one I liked and slid it across the table to him.
He read it and smiled. A few minutes later, a hot sauce packet came sliding across the table to me.
I looked up to see that mischievous smirk that I first fell in love with years ago. I know sayings on a hot sauce packet aren't your typical love note, but that silly exchange was great for us.
I think I'll send Snappy on a long vacation. Do you think she'd like the Bermuda Triangle? Maybe Scrappy and TOG would like to go with her.