Just about 4 months since his second surgery in October.
(That's right, he had to go back under the knife to try fixing his back again. Turns out my fears that his bone fusion wouldn't take were unfounded. He went back this time because the leg pain was still there, and when the surgeon took a look, he found that the bone had grown outside the fusion cage and was pinching the sciatic nerve again. My man may be skinnier than a rail, but he's got Superman bones.)
His scars make him look like an electrical socket. They sorta did before, but the latest incision really completes the whole piece.
Hmmm....I see Halloween gag-costume possibilities here!
But wait a minute--
Isn't the girl usually the socket and the guy the plug? I could be wrong here, and please feel free to correct me if I am...
Hmmm.
We're not a conventional couple (certainly we're the only people on our block that argue about prophecy at the top of our lungs out on the porch), so I shouldn't be so surprised.
Plus I got the picture by making a deal where he got to play Call of Duty in exchange for a few snapshots.
I wish I could have gotten the video button pushed in time.
But I didn't.
Otherwise you'd also be treated to a very funny shot of the Big B wiggling his (non-existent) ass.
Wearing his favorite Call of Duty pajama pants at the same time, no less. It was too cute.
Damn my slow hands!
