+The boy came home with a black eye and a bloody scrape on his cheek. My first question was "what happened?", followed by "does it hurt and do you need ice?", followed by "Man, I am so glad it is the end of January and not the end of June," and as soon as it came out of my mouth, I thought he might get mad at me for being so selfish, but instead he said "THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT AT FIRST!"
Who cares if you fell during basketball and slammed your left side on the basketball court, who cares if you have head trauma, who cares if you are spitting up blood, THINK ABOUT THE PICTURES WE COULD HAVE RUINED. We were both laughing that that was one of the first things that popped into our heads.
Poor thing was not feeling well all weekend, so we spent Saturday in the ER and a lot of time at home with a bottle of Advil and a cloth ice bag they gave to us at the hospital.
And some more updates...
+Because of the extra down time from the boy's injury, we started watching True Blood and we are hooked. Don't tell me what happens!
+The suit arrived and it fits! We both now officially have clothes to wear.
+We booked a guitarist to play during the ceremony and cocktail hour. Woohoo!
+I have to return the bag. It just doesn't match the dress or the shoes, and it's much bigger than I expected. I do like the idea of a clutch to carry money and my cell phone in, so I might get something else, it just has to match this time.