Metal eye: take three...

Sooo, the camera is still dead, thus the baby pic. This is Jac, limping along, minus one limb.

And we've all been yucky sick for over a week, just recently returning from Florida, with said yuck. This is Jac, investing in Kleenex Brand Tissue.

And P has a third metal speck in his eye and surgery under general anesthesia scheduled for Thursday. This is Jac, whimpering like a lost puppy.

And we can't, for the life of us, figure out where the freakin' metal is coming from. This is Jac, pulling out her graying hair while simultaneously realizing every piece of furniture in her house has old metal on it.

Ok. Fine. This is Jac, packing up the melodrama for the night:) (And ceasing with third person, cuz, really, its kinda creepy.)

But seriously, if you don't have your sense of humor, what do you have? I'm sure the child will just Skip, happily, right into the hospital and drink their nasty drugged drink without a single question or fuss.

That's Jac's story, and she's sticking to it.