As you’ve heard, my imaginary self-united husband Daniel Sepulveda has a torn ACL that will cause him to miss the entire 2008 football season.
Yesterday, I spent a good part of the evening sitting on the couch with his head in my lap while he read quietly from the book of Job and the other husbands did their best to cheer him up.
David Conrad was all, “Forsooth. I cannot blame thee now to weep; for such an injury would vex a very saint.”
Matt Lamanna chimed in with, “You know, in prehistoric times, dinosaurs were known to suffer from an inflammatory joint disease in their knees called spondyloarthropathy, which is super interesting because …”
And then just as I was giving them both the my God, shut up look, Doug Mientkiewicz burst into the room, grabbed hold of his own shirt and ripped it asunder for no reason, then was all, “What the hell are you all doing just sitting around?! We have work to do! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”
Then he sports-slapped us all on our butts.
Oh, did I forget to tell you I self-united to Dougy, too?
Yeah. It has been very … shouty.