This is how I chose to greet the new year, head cold and all:
And 2014 will be my year. Oh yes, yes it will be.
Tomorrow, I have my six-month follow up appointment at my surgeon’s office. Is it ridiculous that I’m mad that the high temps tomorrow are supposed to be in the 40s so I have to wear heavier clothes? I could wear what I wore last time I was at my surgeon’s office but it would mean I’d freeze my ass off as it is a summerweight maxi dress, and besides, it is too large for me now.
La Guerra de La Gorda 