We just got back from a fun road trip to Canada. We somehow survived trails by the names of Hedonism, Dem Bones, and Malice in Plunderland in one piece (and in my opinion, those trails lived up to their names), but had an accident riding back on a trail commonly known as the freeway. We were drafting off of each other and I'm not such a good drafter. I slammed on my brakes, making it necessary for JP to slam on his brakes, which resulted in the worst endo I've ever seen. I thought I killed my husband! Although he is not dead, his arms are basically useless. He can't drive, eat, write...nothing. Let's just say that we've grown REALLY close as a couple this past week.
