There are times that my humor and positive thinking just plain drives Jack crazy. He's been known to call me Positive Polly just to let me know that he knows I'm trying to point out negativity to him but that he's not quite done with it yet. :-) We always laugh about it, especially when I refer to him as Negative Norm. (So maybe we are a bit immature, but it works for us.)
Along with the positive thinking, I've pretty much always known that I have a pretty high pain tolerance too, and I'm happy for that. Well, the last few weeks I've been struggling with a few dental issues and they've culminated into extreme pain, a very swollen face, and an emergency root canal yesterday. There's still more work to be done, but that won't happen until next week. To say the least, I'm not been feeling very well. Not even well enough that I felt like sewing at all. You know it's bad when that happens!
So what's my point you ask? Jack has been so good with helping me and doing things to make me laugh. Just this morning, as he quietly left the bedroom (so I could sleep a little longer), I saw him bend down like he was picking up something. Look what I found when I got out of bed.
I also found a note that said "I know you feel like the house fell on top of you, but trust me; I don't think you are acting in any way like the Wicked Witch of the West."
I laughed out loud! Of course THAT hurt; but it was so worth it.
I hope to sew later today or at least tomorrow. Until then, I won't have anything new to show. :-(