“I’ll Have the Ribs.”
The man I love delights in ribs – but not as much as he delights in me (thankfully). Especially since this summer – May 15, to be exact – he’s enjoyed asking for ribs when we go out to eat. He grins at me as he orders, “I’ll have the ribs.” That’s because he broke five ribs this summer – including one that was called a comminuated fracture (which means it was splintered). It was … Read more