Usually, I use this tribe to vent...and God knows, I've vented plenty about my boyfriend, so I figure I owe him his props.

As I've repeated ad nauseum--because I'm nervous as hell and dreading the 3-month-minimum-no-dancing thing--I'm having surgery on Frankenfoot this Thursday. I'll be a crip for months, crip on crutches for 6-8 weeks and a total invalid for about 2 weeks...completely dependent on my boyfriend, as I really don't have any family here or friends close enough for that type of responsibility. Nice enough that he's graciously accepted the burden, is taking time off work, escorting me to the hospital and back, etc...but wait until you hear what he got for me.

A scooter. You know--like one of those grocery store things for fellow crips, old ladies and people too lazy to walk. It's okay...you can laugh. I did.

Had to work a lot of graduations this weekend and he surprised me with it...had it parked in my living room. Oh, it's a beauty--brand new, bright red (my favorite color), speed control (you can go from tortoise to hare...seriously, that is how it is marked), it has a horn (great for scaring the cat out of the way), headlights, turn signals, and that baby can corner on a dime. I laughed my ass off when I saw it, but, you know...it's pretty damn sweet, when you think about it.

Anyway, as much as I've bitched about him, just thought I'd show you a glimpse of his sweet side.

And yeah...after my surgery, I'm gonna post pictures so you can *really* laugh at me.