Ok, Aunt B is out of surgery, and should go home later today. Oh my God, you should have seen her. She was all gaa gaa over her surgeon, and was strangely quiet whenever he was nearby. However, after he had done his thing, I found being rolled around the corridors because none of the nurses wanted her in their station. She bitched because there were no M&M’s, she whined at the fact that the Hospital didn’t see fit to stock in Diet Dr. Pepper for her post-surgery recovery process. I was embarrassed. I’ll let her fill everyone in on what the procedure means, medically speaking. She was in a good mood, really, just couldn’t get past the idea that her cuteness couldn’t help her in that particular setting. I wanted to stay and snap a pic of her walking to the bathroom in that “slit up the back” gown, but alas, I’ve work to do. She should be posting by tonight! Yeah!