Flutterbys

Oh boy…by butterflies have butterflies.  I know tomorrow is going to be OK but I hate, hate, hate anesthesia.  Did I mention that I hate anesthesia?  I’ll be a lot happier this time tomorrow. 

I’ve brought everything I can think of up to the second floor.  I’m not supposed to do stairs for two weeks.  I’ll probably do it occasionally with Don’s help but I’m pretty much planning to just stay up here and behave.  I’ve got books, magazines, every set of pliers I own–and that’s a LOT of pliers.  I’ve got jumprings.  I’ve got my favorite lotion.  I’ve got almost everything I can think of so I guess I’m set. 

I’ll be back Tuesday night to say hello.