Thursday, November 13, 2008

Sore paws abound!

Matt and Annie have sore paws and many medications. Matt starts physical therapy tomorrow because the insurance company will not pay for an MRI unless you rule out therapy first. His doctor feels that therapy will not help and surgery is needed. In the meantime, I love having a house husband. I do not have to: rush home to let the dog out, start laundry, unload and re-load the dishwasher, think about what to have for supper, prepare supper, feed and poop dog, help unload the groceries and assorted other Matt purchases of the day, and try to relax at the same time. My house boy has made muffins, some chicken pasta dish with pesto, and two chocolate cream pies in the two days. He has done this left handed, drugged, and with the help of the kick ass mixer Mark got me for Christmas a couple years ago.


Anonymous said...

I had to train my house husband to cook. First hotdogs, then meatloaf, now his two specialties. David's job description included the piano and guitar lessons, soccer practice, and preteen taxi.

susan said...

After a hard Monday at work, I came home to the largest pot of sauce and meatballs I have ever seen in my life. Philbrick size! My house boy also had the best bread on the side, as well as apple and pumpkin pie. My kitchen was clean and my dog content! It doesn't get any better than that!