The hubby got the call while he was out picking up cat food and immediately called me. Benign lesion! Benign! Benign!
Benign!
Nothing to worry about for us right now! BENIGN!
Let there be college football in HD and baked potato skins stuffed with cheese, sour cream, turkey bacon, and scallions, all in the name of HE'S GOING TO LIVE!
I keep randomly hugging the hubby and telling him, "YOU'RE GOING TO LIVE!"
He keeps laughing at me and saying, "I told you it was nothing to worry about."
YOU WERE RIGHT.
This may be the only time I am happy saying those 3 words.
Tomorrow, there shall be cake! Because YOU'RE GOING TO LIVE!
And today, the 3rd post from the 12 Days of HOLY SH*TMAS. Happy happy joy joy makes me think about my husband, and home, and pets, and penguins. So, penguins!
My family gave me a giant stuffed penguin (cue me copying the little girl from this movie) for the Christmas penguin tree/kitchen area. My brother gave me a funny/cute penguin book.
And my father, always going above and beyond, got me this very coveted (by me) Hallmark ornament that lights up, moves, and plays a Christmas song. I have many of the less expensive, older penguin ornaments from this series on my penguin tree but knew when this one came out that it was just too expensive to buy for myself. No matter how much I may have wanted it. My father shouldn't have but I'm glad he did! *Giddy claps*
When I turned it on, Pandora (obvious naughty one) and Aphrodite (hiding under the chair, not as obvious naughty one) came running to check it out. Very elaborate!
And by elaborate, I mean the ornament AND the kitties' evil plans. Which I guess involved just staring at it really closely, since that was all they seemed to want to do. Of course, I took it away from them before it could go any further than that. My penguins! Mine!
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