Yay God!

True story, I found God today.

So, in a moment of my day today when I wasn't sleeping, cooking, taking a shower, cleaning, helping with homework, eating, watching tv, doing homework, going to the bathroom, playing on the computer, but was in fact, at the hospital with Jon.

(He injured his arm at work, he will be fine eventually when they figure out how he got that thing stuck there in the first place...)

So, we are sitting in the waiting room. Wait, let me back up...

Brew City Music. Karaoke. Wisconsin.
Love Nemo.



Sings Honkytonk Badonkadonk by Trace Adkins every week he's there.

Love that song. Probably because Nemo is cute.




Anyway...back to Tennessee and the waiting room.
Geeze, did you have to get lost in Wisconsin for so long?



I mean really, how much time do you need to think about Nemo and his really cute butt?



Okay, so we are sitting in...dagnabit, you are still thinking about Nemo's butt, aren't you???




AHEM!



Focus.










Tennessee, waiting room.

We had been there the day before, but we needed to see the actual doctor because this is a workman's comp case. The doctor isn't there on Wednesday's. Thursday is his surgery day, so we don't know how long our wait is going to be. It could be five minutes, it could be 3 hours, who knows at this point.

Country Music Television (CMT) is on the waiting room TV. They play country music videos. Jon does not like country music. I LOVE country music. Jon is rolling his eyes and making comments about the station. I say to him in a sassy voice (like I'd use a different one at this point...) "If there is a God, Honkytonk Badonkadonk will come on."

Now, you'd think that it would come on now like a lightening bolt or something. It doesn't. We are talking and chit-chatting the time away. I pull out my moisturizer because my face was so dry and just as I am putting it in my purse, I hear "left, left, left, right, left..." Honkytonk Badonkadonk's video starts playing.

I almost peed myself right there and then. I was hitting him and laughing so hard. He kept telling me to stop hitting him or people would think that I was the one that caused his accident.

You know he was secretly laughing hysterically, but he couldn't show that to me.

So, there is a God. His name is Bob.
He likes Honkytonk Badonkadonk.
He likes Nemo, too.
Yay God!