It's Okay...that I get nervous any time one of my family members has surgery. The Hubs tries to make it seem like I'm making a BIG deal over nothing, but I'm not. When someone gets put under anesthesia, it freaks me out.
It's Okay...to catch up on blogging while the Hubs is knocked out, right?
It's Okay...when I choose to eat lunch or dinner for breakfast. Other people have breakfast for dinner, so why can't I have dinner for breakfast?
...and maybe some dessert?
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| {hands off the goods, Little Baby!} |
...don-cha think?
