I don’t want to go on the cart

I will be having my surgery on tuesday. it’s a pretty simple procedure and I expect it to go smoothly. The doctor seems to be a bit on the sawed-off side, so I suggested she get a pair of these:

She’ll probably need them to reach up over my ginormous bulk.

I wonder if they give the anaesthesilogist and folks a chair to sit in during the operation? I want ’em to be comfy.

I’ll post a couple times, but I wanted Dick to have the run of the place just in case, you know, Dagon or Sir Fredrick Fucktard showed up. he’d know what to do. Dick would be ever so pleased to kick their asses up past their shoulderblades, and I want to see that happen.

Additionally, my old friend and confidant mlle. Jenny (Jenny! Jenny!) will be keeping watch, and should I snuff it, the two of them will get to fight over the rights to party- on the blog, so to speak.

Keep a happy thought. Now, yardwork!