Dear Ky,
Do you wait for me to be away from my keyboard? I come back to find you have come and gone in my absence.
Please feel free to come out here and take care of me or even sock me in the arm. But wait until my arm feels better. It still hurts bad at the moment.
Just know this, they can try to kill this old dog, but they can't. They try, but they always fail. My Guardian Angels love me too much.
No broken bones, no internal injuries, and the good part, as the passenger in that ill-fated Kia Sportage, I get pain and suffering from the insurance company. Cool eh? Think I will be seeing my lawyer soon to see how much pain and suffering is worth around here. I might even get some plastic surgery out of this, how cool is that? Lord knows I am too vain to walk around with a scar like this on my face forever. Besides, the scar is messing with my tear duct. Makes my eye water all the time. Gonna make an appointment to see the doctor next week to have him check all this out.
So, there ya go, I am taking care of myself. But you can still come out here anyway. I still miss you.
Love,
J
