I'll be really glad when I can crawl around in the dirt taking pictures of the animals and the subject matter
of this blog returns to its normal fare. In the meantime, all I've got for you is the mundane daily chronicle
of what's going on inside the house. Today's episode features Ranchsitter #4 instructing Ranchsitter #5
in the fine art of wound packing. Instead of closing my eyes as I usually do,
I stuck the camera in front of my face, which is the next best thing.
They donned their surgical masks and threatened to hurt me if I took any unflattering pictures.
The honey seems to be doing its magic and the hole gets smaller every day.
I still think honey belongs on a sopaipilla and not my stomach, but who am I to argue?
This is Danni measuring the right amount of packing strip.
The lengths we bloggers go to for blog fodder...
I try not to think about where it's all going.
I was telling Danni and Joey how funny they looked at this angle.
They were telling me how funny I looked with a camera on my forehead.
When all was said and done, my nurses did a happy dance
and the sterile cotton tip wand was passed from Danni to Joey.
Ethel, I hope you're watching this...you're next!