A Little Pricey, But Who The Heck Cares Sometimes?

Last night, Bow Tie o’ the Day made us spend our remaining Bee Pig Date Night bucks. Suzanne and I broke the rule, by spending more than the coin bank’s balance. We’ll follow that single rule of Bee Pig Date Night next time. We chowed down outside at STANZA, where I took my new fave photo of me and Suzanne. Our faces show exactly how we are: impish and dreamy. And Suzanne looks like she’s enamored with me and my slapstick vaudeville act. My luck is fantastic. 🍀

But It’s Not Raining

On these posts, I tell you the truth about what’s going on with me, and I’m not stopping now. I like to come up with a hee-haw about everything, good and bad. It’s how I get through life. Wood Bow Tie o’ the Day accompanied me to my pancreas doc this morning, to get the results of my CT scan. I was glad Bow Tie’s wood-ness was there to steady me. My Hanky Panky is slacking more than before, and it needs an operation. Recovery time? 2-3 months. I hate when that happens. 🤷‍♀️ No worries.