I came upstairs to go to bed. I've been staying up too late and I have to leave early in the morning. But a new friend had just posted on Facebook that she was in the hospital with DKA and I wanted to check on her.
The Mr. was already in bed, watching Myth Busters.
"Hey honey do you have a juice?" he called from the bedroom.
I knew I didn't have one in my bedside table and I knew he'd need more than the Bottlecaps I did have. As I ran downstairs to grab some juices I said, "What did you eat?"
He hemmed and hawed before saying, "Those, um, southwesterny things."






