Wednesday, March 7, 2012
I remembered yesterday the time that Simon went to the emergency room for a kidney stone. I was at work, and he called there to tell me he was going to the hospital. I was in the middle of making salads for a 20-top, but instead of stopping what I was doing, I made the salads and then left. I still wish I hadn't waited, but you can't change the past. I don't remember how Simon had gotten home from the hospital - maybe someone from work drove him. But went to get him a milkshake at Coldstone. They have a peanut butter one, so I ordered that because he loved peanut butter. The woman at the store asked if I wanted to lick the peanut butter off the spoon, to which I responded, "Oh no thank you, I don't like peanut butter." She was really confused because the only thing I had ordered was a peanut butter milkshake.