Update

I guess it's time to return to my day job since the sounds of cartoons are starting to rake across my one frazzled nerve, and lil brother has become even lazier than even I thought possible-which is pretty epic to begin with.  I'm pretty tired of seeing him slumped shirtless on the couch with freaky hair wrapped up in a raggedy blanket, circa 1978.  I feel the same way about Cartoon Network that vampires feel about silver...  Egad!   Make it stoppppppp!!!!

My B was a little shocked recently when he picked up my cancer folder and saw the letters GDMFC! boldly scribbled on the front cover.  "It took like .7 seconds for me to figure that one out.  You're not gonna carry this around are you?" he muses.  And yes, I assure him, I AM.  It's my GD cancer folder, and I can write any GD thing I want to it on it.  I also assure him, that should he ever need a cancer folder, I will decorate his folder with butterflies and rainbows and HELLO KITTY stickers...  Pardon me if  GDMFC! is not very politically correct and makes others uncomfortable. 

My lumpectomy surgery is scheduled for Aug 14th, followed by 3-6 wks of radiation.  And honestly, I am just sitting around tapping my toes ready to get this show on the road.  August is a real sh*t storm for me with my day job slamming around like a raging, drunken tornado sucking up the innocent and evil alike.   Laws...  Where is lil brother's blanket???  Think I'm gonna wrap up in it and watch another Housewives episode....  or two...