Many of you who are regular readers of this blog are familiar with my mother, who I write about frequently. Unfortunately, Mom has been in the hospital with a bowel obstruction the past few days and Mrs. Chatterbox and I have been busy keeping her company and tending to her affairs. I don’t think Mom is in any real danger, but today her doctor decided to operate. The procedure will take place Friday morning. With surgery there are always risks, especially when dealing with a patient who’s eighty-seven years old.
Since I’ve been away from my computer this week, and could be for a while, I haven’t had time to respond to many of your posts or write new ones. For the next few days I’ll be rerunning a few of my favorites. These were written back in the day when I only had a handful of followers so they should be new to most of you. I’ll be back with new posts soon.
There’s one story I can’t wait to tell: Mom has a crush on her handsome surgeon, Dr. Fernando. Lying in a hospital bed for a week isn’t good for anyone’s appearance but today Mom requested a highly personal item to improve her appearance and increase her…allure, proving that even an eighty-seven year old woman with very few teeth can still respond to an attractive guy. You won’t believe what personal item my mother requested before going under the knife.