Man Cold

Wowza--it's been a while since my last post. A finally had shoulder surgery for his ski injury from March (or should I say, he finally bothered to get it looked at, and scheduled the surgery pretty quickly after he discovered that he broke the shoulder socket and tore his labrum), and it has been a tortuous week. Sure, I feel bad for him, but I feel even worse for me. It's funny, because all women who know about the surgery have the same reaction: men are lousy patients. One friend even directed me to this hilarious Man Cold video, and it's spot on. A is not a demanding patient, but he basically lies around, looking and acting miserable. I wish he'd at least articulate something I could do for him, because I don't have much patience or pity for his general state of unhappiness. This past week has got me thinking that there must be some correlation between the origins of the word patient (as in my miserable post-surgery patient) and patient (as in my general lack thereof).

T has been in desperate need of a haircut and we finally got it done yesterday: a faux-hawk. He initially wanted a buzz cut, then settled on a mohawk, and I compromised with a faux-hawk. I even took him downtown to my salon, because I'm not going to let just anyone touch his hair for something this dramatic! It actually looks really good on him--the boy could make almost any hairdo look awesome. As much as I liked his floppy surfer do, I like being able to see his eyes! His soccer nickname was the shaggy dog, and he said now Coach needs to give him a new nickname!

Yes! Stephanie won Top Chef! All is right in the world, though for a moment, the show gave me a scare with all the Lisa praise. I actually met Stephanie in person and she's just as low-key and down-to-earth as she appears on the show. The kids got a kick out of meeting her, and we can't wait until her new restaurant opens.