The other day, I had a long, not so pleasant time at work. Lets just say it involved me, two physical therapist, a slightly obese patient, a small hot bathroom, and lots of bodily functions going on. Get the picture? Not pretty. I often ask myself why me, a speech pathologist, somehow finds herself in these situations. Bathroom duty is definitely not in my job description. I usually work on the neck and up. Anyways, enough of the gross stuff. I came home and this is what I found. My sweet husband had a cold beer poured for me and even personailzed my glass with "Grumpy Bear."