Cessily Gets A Pink Slip

Tomorrow, Cessily gets axed.  Bitch has been on the payroll long enough and truthfully, her performance has been poor from day one.  I started yesterday at the doc’s office for my pre-op stuff and then was greeted back at my office with a “get well soon” care package sent all the way from Kansas.  My mom and Kenny are the funniest, most thoughtful people on the planet.  Get a load of these pictures from a photo collage they sent.

In case you are wondering, those are my siblings.  Ellie (who is Millie’s daughter) is the sexy wiener dog, Phoebe is the Wheaten Terrier, and Riggs (aka Riglet) is the Jack Russell/Shih Tzu mix.  They are models by day.  Obviously.  I’m putting the frame by my bed because I can’t stop laughing at it.  It’s awesome.

I keep thinking back to when I was young and my cousin Casey had surgery on her knee.  I remember visiting her at the hospital and seeing that she’d written “wrong knee” in permanent marker on the knee that didn’t require the operation.  I thought she was a genius for a million things, but that (in my 8 year old mind) was beyond brilliant!  I was hopeful to one day have surgery of my own so that I could steal “her” idea.  (Again, I was 8.)  The ridiculous thing is that that memory must have clearly made an impact, because as I was sitting in the waiting room for my pre-op yesterday, I kept trying to think of all the clever things I could write on my cervix in Casey’s honor.  It may have been the blondest moment of my entire life, because I swear, it wasn’t until I was pulling out of the parking garage from the hospital that I realized that no matter how clever my idea, there was absolutely NO WAY I’d be able to get a permanent marker ON my cervix.  I’m serious.  I spent about an hour on this yesterday.  Yep.  Shrug.

Anyway, I’m off to dinner for my last meal before Cessily’s snip.  Hit the road, homegirl!!!  I’ll try to blog tomorrow while on pain killers.  FUN!