Yesterday I had a little outpatient procedure done. The doctor warned me during a meeting with Robby and I that it would be "extremely painful" and gave me some valium to take an hour before showing up. Shit...WHY TELL ME THAT?
Anyway...the procedure was yesterday and I have to say...doc got it right. *sigh* I was grumpy as HELL afterwards. Just plain EVIL! Life sucked, nothing was pretty, not even music (which ALWAYS helps) helped.
Well...we got home and I stomped in the house, went straight upstairs, put on my pj's and got in the bed with my computer. Hubby followed with his briefcase, took off his suit and put on his pj's and got in the bed with his computer too. I glared at him...he adjusted his pillow. I sighed really loud...he pulled the duvet over his feet.
So silently we both did our computer thing except that every now and then my body would remind me the pain meds were wearing off and I'd grimace a little. Hubby didn't say anything, he just put his hand on my back or arm and let it sit there for a while before my evil state of mind reminded me to shake it off.
The phone kept ringing with friends wanting to check on me. Most I didn't answer. The ones I did answer were only the ones I knew would keep calling until they heard my voice. The shitheads.
The doorbell rang not much before "American Idol" and in walked Amy with dinner for us. She came upstairs and I growled at her when she spoke. Of course, she paid me no mind and sat on the bench at the end of the bed and drank some tea entertaining us with work stories while Robby and I ate our Chick-Fil-A. (Amy doesn't cook....lol!)
This morning I woke and thought about how blessed I am. I have a husband who understands and 
loves me dearly and friends that do as well. My hubby enjoys spending time with me even when I'm at my MOST evil. He didn't ask about dinner (which he could have rustled up from the fridge) and he didn't do a bunch of that idle chatter crap that drives me nuts when I'm feeling poorly.
It always irks me when you ask fake holy roller types how they are doing and they say "I'm blessed and highly favored!!" because I'm like...if that was the case...you wouldn't have to always SAY IT OUT LOUD! So I just thought it. "Blessed and highly favored." I must be doing something right.
I think I'm gonna bake a cake. Southern Comfort Cake of course.
Thank you God.
Southern Comfort Cake
18-1/2 oz. yellow cake mix
3-1/4 oz. package instant vanilla pudding mix
1/2 cup Southern Comfort
4 eggs
1/2 cup cold water
1/2 cup oil
1 cup chopped pecans or walnuts
Glaze:
4 T. Butter
1/8 cup water
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/4 cup Southern Comfort
Combine cake ingredients in a large bowl and beat at a medium speed for 2 minutes. Pour into a greased and floured 10-inch tube or 12-cup bundt pan. Bake at 325ºF for 1 hour. Cool on rack. Invert on serving plate; prick top and drizzle half of glaze evenly over top and sides. After cake has cooled, reheat remainder of glaze and brush evenly over cake. Sift 1 t. of powdered sugar over cake just before serving.
To make glaze, melt butter in saucepan. Stir in water and sugar. Boil 3 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from heat and stir in Southern Comfort.
