Monday, June 21, 2010

At least I wasn't wearing a scrub cap this time... Or eating

I'm sorry, hot husband, you may want to stop reading so I don't embarrass myself...

But the ridonc-u-lous-ly smokin' neonatologist spent quite a bit of time at the nurse's station today. And it wasn't my birthday. Or even my half birthday. And he showed me a picture of his Weimaraner.

FINE. He showed it to everyone (but I saw it first).

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm eating my heart out ova' here! I'm crashing that new Dad's group he's leading, by the way.