Meg had surgery on Monday morning which should help with her late-night yowling for a boyfriend. She returned home Monday afternoon wearing the cone of dignity. She hates it, and I hate it for her. I feel sad and guilty whenever I look at her.
Full-time entrepreneur, part-time ukulele plinker, occasional photographer, skin care fanatic, slightly over-sized clothes horse, moderately-successful gardener, unapologetic crazy cat lady, creative soapmaker, happy hen keeper, and enthusiastic birdwatcher. I bake nice cakes, but can’t find a hat to fit.