Once upon a time when I was in first grade, I had a best friend named Robbie Schuster. One day I was at Robbie's house playing. Back in 1978 it was okay for first graders to use the same toilet at the same time. So we did. There was one little problem. I was, and still am to this day, a horrible aim. I peed on Robbie's leg. Robbie exclaimed, "You peed on my leg!" From the other room his mother called, "Robbie! Get over here!" I stayed in the bathroom for fear of what might happen to Robbie for saying the P word. "Please mom don't spank me! Please mom don't spank me!" Robbie got a spanken' because I peed on his leg.
I tell that story because today my wife had gastric bypass surgery. Guess who the surgeon was? Yep, you guessed it. Robbie. The boy I haven't seen since jr. high when he moved away. I sure hope he didn't leave any "surprises" inside my wife's stomach today.
Anyway, spent all day at the hospital. No running.