T Minus One and Counting
I'm goofing around today, trying to find things to occupy my mind and hands before I go in for surgery tomorrow. I want to play in my sewing studio, but I'm afraid to handle needles and sharp objects like my sewing shears. I think the safest thing for me today is knitting and reading.It is such a tourist-bureau-perfect day in Miami that I'm debating about going to see the Dale Chihuly exhibit, or make a run to an outdoor market. If the RLA drives, that should be safe, huh?
PS: I've nicknamed the offended digit "Frankenpinkie" and it must be said in the best, Gene Wilder "Young Frankenstein" accent, thusly:
FRRRAHNK-uhn-peenkie.
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 02/19 at 12:07 PM in Random Crap
Good luck!
As a personal witness (Hallelujah!), I can testify (can I get an Amen here?) that Miz Shoes came through with flying colors. I won’t swear that she didn’t feel anything once the meds wore off, but when we last left our heroine, she was in good spirits and on her way to real food and everything. AMEN!