Head 'em up, move 'em out!

Rawhiiiiiiiiide!

Sorry, couldn't resist. Do you remember Billy Crystal's character in City Slickers singing his version? I almost snorted Diet Coke out of my nose:

"Rollin', rollin', rollin', keep them dogies rollin',
man my ass is swollen, Rawhide!
Get 'em up, move 'em out, wake 'em up, get 'em dressed,
get 'em shaved, comb their hair, Rawhide!
Tie me down, tell me lies, pull my hair, smack my thighs -
with a big wet strap of Rawhide!"

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OK, yeah, so I'm in kind of a manic mood this morning.

Well, we're headin' out in a few hours for the hospital. I'm packed - double, and triple checked - and we're green to go. The actual section is at 1pm.

Evil Genius Husband (who is as cool as a cucumber in the shade of a big leaf over there in his chair this morning, playing City of Villains, totally calm, nay ... phlegmatic) has strict instructions to post pictures as soon as he is able. If he forgets (or, most likely, can't remember my Bloggoogle log-in) then I'll be back Thursday or Friday with pics of Fiver.

Have a great week, everyone!