Each morning Hubs and I have gone to a different breakfast place. The only factors used in choosing were A) they were cheap and B) we'd never visited them before. That was fun, but an awful expensive venture for Mrs. No Job. I've eaten more eggs, pancakes and green peppers than should be legal.
Last night Hubs went to the garage (which was showing a balmy -5 temp) to program the replacement garage door opener. He came in walking crooked with a big lump on his head and said, "I thought you weren't going to leave me alone anymore?!" You see, there's a running joke between us that he's not allowed to do home improvement projects when I'm not home because he always manages to injure himself. Last night though, he really had me worried. His eyes were following my finger (I'm not a doctor, but I play one on TV) but he was ... sluggish. He said something about a reflex response, so I hit him. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or punch me, so I figured he wasn't dying. I made him put frozen veggies - a lovely, colorful blend - on his head for 20 minutes, but he was falling asleep. EVERYONE knows you're not supposed to go to sleep after a head injury, right?! Wrong. WebMD said it was okay, as long as he didn't throw up or fall into such a deep sleep that he wouldn't wake up. Well, to make sure he wasn't suffering from a subdural hematoma, I woke him up every 30 minutes. Oh yeah, he hated me. But there was no way I was going to let him die and leave my kids with nothing but an unemployed mother!
Speaking of which, I just realized yesterday that the only life insurance I had was through work. So now if I get hit by a bus - or more likely, freeze to death, since this IS Chicago - no one gets anything. How terrible is THAT?!