Last week I had surgery on my mouth. I was hoping to just walk it off (or talk it off) the next day, but I'm a pansy and apparently it takes longer than 24 hours to heal from a knife to the gums. The great news is that I got to lay on the couch, drink milkshakes and take vicodin for 3 days straight...and of course I got to be pampered - err...I mean taken care of by my wonderful wife. And yes, I know I'm spoiled.
Since a video or a picture of me during the week on drugs is not the most appealing image, I thought it more appropriate to show a short clip of Anna right after the surgery.
enjoy...
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