I'm sure you were all expecting some more awesometastic bloggage from the great Gabbini. However, I regret to inform you that Gabby has been forced to take a temporary hiatus for medical reasons.
(quick flashback to about 4:30 this afternoon)
I'm sitting at my desk when my cell phone rings. I figured it had to be Gab, no one else ever finds the need to call my cell phone, especially when I am sitting at my desk. The sequence of events played out something like this...
Mike: Hello
Gab: Are these from you?
Mike: I hope some other dude isn't sending you roses to my house on Valentine's Day.
Gab: The card wasn't signed, so I just wanted to be sure.
The rest of that conversation is not too important, unless you really want to know what the rest of our plans for the night included (hmmm?). Yes, I had flowers sent to my house. I wasn't too sure that top secret fortress where Gabby works would allow a flower delivery.
Fast forward about five minutes to when my cell phone rings again. Bizarre, I just talked to Gabby. NOW FOR THE GOOD PART. Sorry it took so long, but I'm droppin' my first blog. Keep with me peeps, it gets better.
Gab: I just cut my finger, and I think I need stitches. I feel like I'm going to pass out.
Mike: (Oooh fuuudge! Only I didn't say "Fudge." I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash"). I'll be right home, and we will take you somewhere.
Gab: No, you just finish working and come home when you were planning on coming home.
It took me a while before I let her convince me not to rush home immiediately. Besides, I figured she had called her sister, and *e* had already called 911.
I get home shortly after this conversation to find Gabby sitting on the couch with her hand wrapped in a dish towel (white, but a whole lot a red by now). She did manage to take Max around the block while waiting for me to get home.
Six stitches in the left index finger, we returned home and carried on with making our Valentine's dinner as planned, at least until my grill ran out of gas a few minutes before the filets were done. We survived, and the strawberries and chocolate fondue made things better for a bit.
Now Gab and I almost have matching scars on our left index fingers, is that romantic or what? Valentine's Day will now always bring back good memories, not quite as good as my sister busting her forehead through grandma's TV on this very date about 25 years ago...a close second (a silver medal for the fans of the Winter Olympiad XX). I guess Gabby now has "her own personal medal" to remember the day. (just had to throw that in there for that fool on the Olympic figure skating coverage on NBC. It must have said that for every skater, whatever that means).
To make a long story short, don't be too surprised or disappointed if you don't hear from Gabby for a few days. I don't think she will be doing much instant messaging, blogging, or scrapping for a few days. Pictures will be provided soon.
Minor detail I forgot to mention...Gabby was cutting down the roses so she could put them in the vase with some kitchen scissors when she managed to snip through a sizeable chunk of finger.
Signing off from my first, and likely last tail from the maxxy pad,
Mike
