It didn’t help that I’ve had my family trademark for many years. Even when I was eating 100% raw vegan, it was there. Once upon a time, a relative told my sister The Trademark was a big belly. My sister mourned that it couldn’t be something nice like long eyelashes.
Now, it’s even worse. I had the opposite of a tummy tuck. I had an expansion. When I had my surgery a month ago today, My muscles were compromised. Wikipedia says, “The abdomen is usually insufflated, or essentially blown up like a balloon, with carbon dioxide gas.” That was to give room for the surgeon to be able to see better. I’m glad it happened but I’ll never have that teenager flat tummy again.
It was warmer today with a 20% chance of rain. It 20%-ed hard and for long enough the bowl under the leak on the deck was almost filled. I’d fed the kitty cats this morning. If I’d known one of the isolated showers was going to center here, I would have put their food under shelter.
My cousin is an aunt again and her sister is a grandmother for the severalth time. Everyone is excited (as they should be) and pictures are all over Facebook.
I’m pretty wiped out this evening. It was much too late when I got to bed last night and I’m feeling it.
Twinkle has been dosed but not fed. I’m going to take care of that chore and hit the hay.