snip snip

Tomorrow's the big day. My neck's getting a snip, the bump of unexplainable origin will be removed, and I'll be homebound. For like a week or so. Turns out we use our necks for lots of stuff. Like looking at things. And such.

And while there's some stress about the surgery and what might come of it, I'm more worried about how I'm going to handle a day without my Belle. Man I'm going to miss that mug.

Wish me and my goiter luck.

P.S. Would it be inappropriate to ask the surgeon if he might suck a little of my double chin out while he's got my neck open anyhow? Just a thought.