it's friday, it's raining, and it's a good thing we've got spongebob...

i told wingman about his surgery next friday...

he's understandably nervous, but didn't react as dramatically as i thought he would...

but boy did he seize on the "afterwards you get to lay on the couch and watch whatever you want" deal...he shouts out

"like tom and jerry! or spongebob!"

then the duke shouts out

"or a romantic comedy!"

o.kaaay.

tom and jerry has recently been banned from the house (these boybarians need NO encouragement in the ass kicking area) and wingman is NOT allowed to watch spongebob BUT if it gets him through this ordeal then bring it on...i'm not above self-medication...i know i could use a tranquilizer and a bottle of scotch to get me through every time i think about my little guy going under...

the duke is seizing upon this opportunity and is currently making a list of all the things he'd like to eat in the hospital cafeteria while we're waiting...he does love a hospital cafeteria...good lord if we took that kid to one of those buffet type joints he'd probably think he died and went to his eight year old idea of heaven...

so that big moment is over...i know it will get a bit more dicey as the day approaches, but i think we'll be pretty much okay going into it...

today's $1 menu tao

forbearance

arctic breath coils the mountain,
rattling the forest's bones.
raindrops cling to branches:
jeweled adornment flung to earth.

this is an especially timely idea in light of wingman's upcoming surgery...whatever we endure, whether our fortune is *good* or *bad*, we must stand tall and remain true to our inner selves...

with faith and with patience we bear what we are given and are rewarded with the power of growth...

though, just for good measure, i'd still like the tranqulizer and the bottle of scotch...

x.