The Gall

So Sunday night into Monday morning I swore I was giving birth to a devil spawn. Seriously, Rosemary's Baby type pain. Jeff takes me to the emergency room after hours of screaming pain to find out that I have gall stones and that this will require that I have my gall bladder removed. Blah Blah Blah, low fat diet, blah blah blah, can hold off until the first of the year. Blah Blah Blah, no fun Christmas sweets this holiday season. (yea right...wink wink)

So I will indeed keep you all updated on this medical delight.

Owen was an adorable Sock Monkey and as promised here are some pictures to gush over. We had fun at the Festival only it appeared as if Owen was not really feeling it because he was kind of tired and fussy. He is still sporting an awesome cold and runny nose so I would think that being outside in the cold was not his idea of a good time.

Today I will be going to Rock the Vote and hopefully do not have to Rock in Line for too long. Owen will be attending his first official Presidential election. I HATE election's. I get so nervous that I toss and turn and watch tv all night. I am resigned to the fact that I may not receive the outcome I would like but one cannot dwell on this or hide in our bomb shelters. We work hard to rock the vote again in four more years.






xoxo