Just Call Me Dex…As in Index

“If you would have told me this morning that I would have lost part of my finger, I would have said you were fucking nuts.” These words – graphic and all, muttered by husband after a plastic surgeon who specializes in hands, just amputated part of his finger. Late Monday morning, I was sitting at my desk admiring my new computer monitor (a very early birthday gift from Rob). It was the start of my three day mini-vacation, I was playing around on Pinterest, manipulating photos in Lightroom and I had just started adding books to my Amazon shopping cart. Lola was sound asleep and Rob was outside working in the yard. A brief moment of peace filled my always worrying heart when suddenly Rob rushed in from...
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