I suppose part of the problem was that it was on the back of my hand, on top of those tendons and muscles that work so much and so often, given that I'm almost constantly typing.
Barb's--around her ankle--still looked pretty at Christmas, when mine was looking pretty gruesome. It would be kind of hard to do one around my own ankle, though, and I'm not sure I'd trust Bob with the henna brush . . .
He also gave me some Bodytalk temporary tattoos. I'd seen these in stores and wanted them desperately, but didn't feel like I could justify buying them for myself, which is the definition of the perfect Christmas present, isn't it?
It's a little tin box full of words and phrases and punctuation so that you can create your own expressions. I haven't used them yet. I'm not sure what I want to say.
After what I said last night about worrying we wouldn't have anyone to take care of us if we ended up in the hospital, Misty wrote and said that she'd take care of us! It made me cry. I told Bob later, and he reminded me that even though we don't have any children, we're not exactly friendless--that we do have a network of family and friends--our extended family--that we're certainly not alone in the world. I know that, but it's nice to be reminded.
