So, today we went to the doctor to set up Matt's new pump (saline for this week). It was a pretty stressful experience for me, as I had just spent the entire night chasing a high and was really, really, really tired. I also kept wondering how he was going to take it (He was great!). So, just as they activated the pump and we were cleaning up and getting ready to leave, something weird came over me and suddenly I became Santa Clause. Matt had a moment of uncertainty (said he didn't like the feel of having the pump attached), and suddenly I blurted out, "Let's get out of here and get that cell phone you wanted." The cell phone he wanted was an iphone........and I had previously told him "no" about 10,000 times. Yet in that brief moment of weakness when it looked like he might be changing his mind about the pump, suddenly I reached for the only thing that I could think of that would change the topic of conversation. I know, stupid. Moment of weakness. I guess I can't go back now, lol. Next time, I'll say "Let's go get that ice cream cone you wanted"