Slacker

Sorry, y'all...  I've been slacking.  I guess I could blame it on the cancer...  but honestly, I've just been a slacker.

*On the boob front-I am cancer free! Woo hoo!!!  I still have radiation therapy to slug through, but all in all, I consider this a blessing.

*Mr B gets bonus points for being a surgery trooper.  He was cool, calm, and collected the whole time-a reg'lar cancer cowboy.   He even called an asshole doc who stabbed me in the nipple with a big ass needle "a cruel son of a bitch!"  And I certainly agreed with him through my hurricane of tears.  Mr B also made sure I had my lipgloss the entire time and even insisted that I get some waxing done pre-surgery.  I had the best eyebrows, hands down.  And that's no lie.  He's also been a pill popping-Nazi making me knock back my oxy's like clock work.  It's been groovy, man...

*This week I've been recovering like a sorority girl at a Panhellenic lock-in:  messy ponytail bun, naked face, men's boxers, tank tops, and toothpaste.  That's about the extent of my personal hygiene or fashion efforts.  But hey, my eyebrows are perfectly arched.

*Most importantly-I've eaten like a queen this week.  One of the perks of being a southerner is just how seriously folks take feeding the sick.  The menu has been amazing.  Here's a lil taste for all you foodies out there:  lasagna, salad, pot roast, fruit tray, brownies and ice cream, pizza and cookies, alfredo chicken spaghetti bake, Nacho casserole, Mexican cornbread salad, homemade chicken noodle soup, and crock pot chicken and dressing...  And it ain't even over yet!  Laws!!!  I'd say that was almost worth getting cancer for!

Count your blessings, gals!  I sure am...!