Wish Him Luck

Devilboy goes in for bladder-related outpatient surgery Monday morning, 9:15. Light a candle, say a prayer, what have you. It's pretty much snip, scrape, clean, and stitch but I'm feeling wired.

It's not serious but he's going to be mad/scared/sore all at once.

This wouldn't have been a problem in a female urinary track. If only feminist extremists had been given free reign, none of this would be happening.