My father actually suggested to my mother that they bring a recording device to her recent two-week post-op check-up, so that I’d be able to properly inform y’all in my blog.

HA HA HA. Such a funny guy.

Fine, whatever.

Staples are out, dietary restrictions are (within reason) lifted, and mom’s tired. Happy, but tired.

I also heard a rumor they’re thinking of starting their own blog so they can rake me over the coals and publicly expose all my inanities (whatever, I’m doing that myself, aren’t I?). In return, I’ll leave all kinds of anonymous comments, not the kind that insult them like cowards, but the kind that expect them to know who I am without signing my name.

All right, enough out of me. Dave’s been fishing since 4:30am and I’ve had two to three ying-yang girls in my face ever since. Needed to escape. Vent. You know.

Peace out.