Quickie

Duckie's doing great. The surgery went very quickly and the worst of it - the waiting - was over in 15 minutes. She was mad as hell when they called us back to the recovery room (you could hear her screaming all the way down the hall) and she wouldn't under any circumstances let them take her temperature. But they let her go home anyway, and once she got home, she was great. She ate a huge breakfast and we crashed for a power-nap until Husband got home with Gramma Mary in tow.

They have become best friends all over again, which has been great to watch. I love watching people fall in love with my daughter, even if it's for the second or third time around. She's such a sweetheart.

Just wanted to let everyone know. Have a great weekend, if you get this in time...