Well, folks. Today's the day.
Yep. Surgery day. Which means an anesthesiologist will be escorting Julia into dream-land.
Woo hoo! I love happy gas.
I had my eyebrows waxed by one of those fancy schmantzy spa places just for this occasion. When my anesthesiologist slaps that mask over my schnozz, I want him to think, "Hey. Nice eyebrows." And then I'll Zzzzzzzzzzz may way to sleep.
Ever wonder what you look like when you're sleeping? I do.
But I'm a realist. I know better. How much you want to bet when I roll into recovery room I'll look like this?