Snoopy
I spent a week and a half in the hospital and another week at home before my stomach didn't feel like I would reopen it, and my guts would spill out. The whole time Anne followed the instructions the hospital gave us before they let me leave. She did everything exactly how they told her to do it. There was no arguing with her on anything when it came to cleaning the wound on my stomach and keeping it dry when I showered. Actually, there was no arguing with her about anything. I learned real quick. Even if I tried, I would lose every time. So there was no use in arguing with her. Not that I didn't do it just to get her all worked up and flustered. She was even hotter when she was agitated.
Something I risked dealing with today as she angrily drove me over to the clubhouse. She did
