Monday, March 9, 2009
Calling Dr. Opera, Dr. Soap Opera...
It was with a bit of trepidation and no little fear and trembling that I turned my blog over to Billy Ray Barnwell for the previous post. But my uncertain faith was not misplaced and he came through in my time of need.
He did indeed convey the very message I had hoped he would, except for the part about my being one of a set of quadruplets. That is sheer nonsense, and I trust you recognized it as such.
If I could afford the services of a skywriter airplane pilot, THANK YOU, BILLY RAY BARNWELL would be splashed across the sky for all to see.
We returned to our humble abode on Sunday evening, glad that everything was under control and returning to normal with our daughter.
Her hospitalization was not without its bright spots, however, not the least of which was the doctor who saw our daughter daily during her three-day stay. In our particular room he was referred to as “Dr. Hottensexy” and “Dr. Eye Candy” and “Dr. Gorgeous” by various members of our immediate family. As Belle Watling once said to Melanie Wilkes in Gone With the Wind, “it wouldn’t be fitten” to tell you his name or show you his photo, as it might cause a sudden influx of population into a certain city in Alabama. But since I suspect that many of you are drooling as you read this, I will be merciful and let you feast your eyes on the following not-quite-as-handsome substitute:
Every cloud has a silver lining.