Max and the Grumpysaur: a blog on drugs

Well, sighed the lonely the grumpysaurus, what is a girl to do?

Grumpysaurus looked all around the dark and lonely hospital.  

Not a kind or friendly nurse in sight! 

No children anywhere to make a ruckus. 

No husbands anywhere to be hungry.

Maybe I could play with the soap dispensers, or push all the buttons on the elevators, 

or turn the sweet pictures of babies wearing fruit upside down, she thought. 

But, that didn't sound like fun, not really. 

So, with a heave, and a sigh, and a couple of grunts, groans, moans, an ouch 

and a long.......... deep breath, the little Grumpysaurus climbed out of her bed and looked around.

As she considered the candy stash that sat waiting beside the

 balloons and flowers on the shelf a light popped on in her head.  

Suddenly she envisioned soft skin, with a little layer of peach fuzz and warm fat, a silly complaining squeak and sweet tiny blue eyes.  Ahhh she said.  

As she realized that she was not all alone.  After all, there was Max and he was her family now. 

So little grumpysaurus put on her best hospital slippers and matching robe and rushed out the door at the wild and unruly pace of an injured handicapped snail - to see her little Max.  

A little skin to skin, the smell of fresh formula, the sound of a breast pump beating in the background....

 little grumpysaurus just knew that everything would be right again.  And, as soon as Max nestled his tiny petal soft skinned head into her chest, it was.  

Now if I can just find that Daddy Saurus..... zzzzzzz.