Jammie days. You know the days, when you don't have to go anywhere, you don't have to comb your hair, you don't have to do anything but bum around all day in your jammies. Some days it is good to just do nothing.
Tomorrow I check in bright and early for the big surgery. Cross your fingers and say a little prayer for me. The stinking, no good for nothing gallbladder should be gone by 10 am cst. Do you think it will be too early to have a little Taco Bell tomorrow night?