Surgical Stress

OK, it's the eve before I go under the knife. My dearest friend Amy today suggested I ask to keep the contents of whatever is removed to use as object lessons for the kids. For example, I can have them do a biopsy of the stuff, toss it on pH paper to see if it's an acid or a base, or plant it in the yard to fertilize my garden. Any other ideas?

I am still very anxious about the whole needle in my arm thing, so if anyone happens to be up at 6:15 am tomorrow and has nothing better to do, they can meet me at Anna Jaques for moral support....

I am listed in the phone book, and will fully expect floral bouquets and treats upon my arrival home (ha, ha).

For now, I am about to consume my last meal before my insides are sliced and diced. Tomatoes, anyone????

I'll update tomorrow for those of you who care. Or not - remember, if I die, make sure they use a pic of Scarlett Johansson instead of me in the obit, and watch out for the kiddos.