The bumpectomy went well. Poor H's head is cut open like a melon, with no stitches, but he's very strong and manly about the whole thing, of course.
It is a boring week here, with a sick husband and sick kids.
At least I have hairdog to say gut-bustingly funny things and keep my morning interesting. And blackfoot and stigmata's conversation is quite engrossing as well, but I'm not sure what's so bad about being a taurus.
I've got a long day ahead of me, what with wiping noses and finishing up a Christmas project for my supremely ungrateful MIL, so I will sign off and say Have a good one, everybody!
