Ikea... I helped my mom pick out a few things for her bedroom. We found a mirror.
Today I went shopping with both of my parents-- just like old times. My dad drove... I sat in the backseat... the only difference was I had two kids with me :) We had fun.
Here Eme's got her Toews face on. Doesn't she look like her daddy in this one?!!
I attempted to take a mother/son picture with Caleb. Little success.
And then I stopped taking pictures. I guess we were having too much fun. I didn't really buy a whole lot-- except for a schwack load of almond milk for Eme-- it's so cheap at Trader Joe's... gotta stock up-- and a fall sweater at Target. Like I said, it's the last day of summer for me :) I also ate two burgers today. One at lunch and one at dinner. It's the day before surgery-- the day before the midnight fast starts. Two burgers? Why not! Would you be surprised if I told you that my Dad is picking me up a piece of Afterthoughts cheesecake right now? At 10:15 pm? You bet he is!
Well, I'm ready! Ready to say good-bye to this semi-useless knee that is now freshly scrubbed and sterilized for surgery tomorrow morning. I can't wait to have an ACL again!! I won't miss you semi-useless knee (well maybe 6 months from now I won't miss you!!)
If undergoing surgery was a profession I could probably make a career out of it. I'm not too sure what number this one is-- I often lose track-- but I estimate it to be number 8? Number 8 in four years? And we're only counting general anesthetic surgery here-- if I included procedures accompanied with local anesthetic and IV sedation-- it might take me a while to do those calculations! The one thing that's different about this one is that I will have a useless leg, not a useless arm! This could be quite challenging (and possibly quite hilarious) as I will be attempting to chase after my kids on crutches over the next few weeks. But... I will likely LOOK much better this time around. That is one thing I am quite excited about. I have come to the conclusion that nobody looks good post shoulder surgery. Can you picture me post shoulder surgery? I do have pictures that I will never share. Doug-- bless his heart-- tries his best to dress me and do my hair but seriously now... Doug should NEVER become a hairdresser. He may be skilled at the art of finish carpentry but NOT at the art of ponytails! And I hope I never have to wear another one of his T-shirts-- they may be easy to put on (because they really are that big on me) but they look terrible. So at least this time around I will be a better looking invalid... right?
Well... my cheesecake has arrived. (skor cheesecake-- YUM!!) If you're awake at 6:15 tomorrow morning... think of me. I'll be at the hospital doing my thing. And if you are bored at all in the next few weeks... come visit me! I'll be on the couch with my leg up, held captive by Doug and Storage Wars-- but be warned-- my house WILL be a mess :)