Where's the beef?

2 weeks post op.

Yes, it is as painful as it looks.

At least, that is what I hear.

Look at the difference in calf size.

I think size might matter, after all.

No, Sophie is not dead.

Merely dozing- basking in the glory that is her life.

Mmm.. yummy!

Not only are we finding ourselves soon to be homeless, but my dear one is literally on his last leg. I mean, I don't think you can count that right leg as a leg. It is merely a small twig. My beefcake has lost his beef.. he is now merely a cake. A soft, white gooshie twinkie of a man.

He still has 2 weeks of non-weightbearing status which means more time spent on his knee go-cart (it is seriously such a turn-on to see him on this). Non-weightbearing status also means the "beef" will continue to disappear. Non-weightbearing status also means I will continue to be slightly manic and overly anxious and most-assuredly onery. Non-weightbearing status also means Todd will be super dee duper fun to be around. This man may never want to lay in bed again after the last 3 months of bed rest. That is OK, because I may decide that I deserve 3 months of bed rest.

Maybe his "beef" has been packed in one of the many boxes that line my fabulous entryway.