Cavewoman is Having Surgery

That's pretty much all I can say.

I do not have the energy to embellish my grand announcement.

I am sorry.

I know you have been checking my blog daily to see what happened at my doctor's appointment.

The grand event will take place on July 3. I wonder if I can go to the fireworks down at the pier the next day?

Emily + pain killers = sure-fire entertainment.

{Oh, I am so funny...}

My mom is coming to help Justin take care of me. I am quite glad. Justin gets cabin fever and will need to get out and ride his bike for 50 miles or something. I might need some Coke or my pillow fluffed while he is gone.

I have to stay off of milk/eggs/wheat for EIGHT more weeks following the surgery.

I am very tired of this diet.

I want cake, people.

And brownies.

And an omelette with cheese.

Or anything with cheese.

Or a freaking croissant.

It has been 11 weeks.

I have not cheated.

If this surgery doesn't make it possible to eat the afore-mentioned foods, I might go into serious depression.

Please send flowers.

And prayers.

I will need them. (the prayers and the flowers.....)