I dropped in to see my surgeon yesterday. He was almost giddy to show me where and how he cut me up. On the up side he didn't use any of the torture devices on me and said my nerves were healing nicely. I was surprised myself to see how much strength I had regained (not 100% but i'll take what I can get.) Now it's off to the mall for some walking - Doctor's orders.
I may still be recovering from surgery, but I figured I could whip up a simple breakfast while mom slept in. Before I knew it Em's breakfast looked like this. It's not quite as bad as it looks though. Those pop-tarts are actualy filled with eggs and cheese and the skittles are claim jumpers my daughter snuck in under the radar. Now - where's that tray of donuts?