Monday, May 1
I was at the hospital cause I was trying not to hit a deer again. I broke a rib and that's pretty much it. My husband has to drive me home because I couldn't drive. I have to go back to the doctor in a week, I hope he says I can drive, cause my husband drives wreckless the last time I went to the hospital he almost hit a tree, but I still love him. We made it home safely (think god), and we had to sleep downstairs we had a 5 story house with 15 bedrooms and bathrooms and we had a elevator. Even though we have a elevator I still wanted to sleep downstairs, because I never slept downstairs before, so I though today was a good day for me to sleep down there.
Tuesday, May 2
When I woke up the next morning, I smelled: bacon, pancake and sausage. I got up to see who it was, it was my husband. I was so surprise, first he never cook, and secondly when he try to cook it always don't taste good or look good. So, today I guess he is happy to cook or something or maybe someone put a spell on him. The food was good the best I had ever taste from him. I asked, " what made you cook today." Because you was hurt so, someone had to do it.
