i’ve spoken before about how the husband and i have zero sympathy for each other as far as our hands go.

i have tendonitis. in my right hand. there’s things i can’t do. like put on my bra and open jars.

he has a broken bone. in his right hand. there are things he can’t do. like take off my bra and open jars.

we are certainly a sight when we are trying to open the pickles. “you do it, i can’t” “no, you do it, i can’t” it’s a good thing we each get a new one of these in our chrismukah stockings each year

i am in pain. the gear shift on the car. putting my contacts in. undressing. dressing. opening water bottles. carrying anything. lifting Isabella onto the toilet. wiping her ass. taking her off the toilet. all of it hurts.

he is in pain, too. i mean, seriously, there a bone broken inside his hand. OUCH.

so, there are things that are very difficult for him to do as well. but you see…we’ve been down this road before. exactly two years ago. he had the EXACT same surgery. on his OTHER hand.

two words: HOCKEY. INJURY.

so, now he gets to have a matching scar on his right hand. In some ways, i’m a little bit envious. He gets to go in today…get it taken out…get a week’s worth of percocets and a week’s worth of sympathy from his doting wife. but most of all, he gets RELIEF. at the end of this whole process, his hand will get better. while i will continue to strain to take my shirt off every night. while i will have to sit and watch tv with my ice pack on my wrist. and i will have to continue to do my exercises and visit Paul the Physio.

seriously, though, please please please send your good vibes to the husband this morning. and wish him luck with his surgery!! the good news, of course, is he won’t have any hook of hamates left to break. he’ll have to come up with an entirely new hockey injury!

also, wish a happy birthday to my bestie Tova!

she left me for three weeks to go to Florida (the nerve!) and came back with a gorgeous new wardrobe (the nerve, again!) and a hot new haircut (the nerve, thrice!) but she came home just in time for us to celebrate her 21st 30th birthday with her

(hello, alicleavage!)