I am high as a mother mother right now on the prescription meds they gave me for the pain.  My arms are tingling all the way up and down.  It’s kind of like when we had that chocolate and layer in bed wondering if one of us just peed the bed.  I wish you were here to take care of me.  My mother is coming over tomorrow and we’re going to bake gluten free cookies.  Probably more like she’s going to bake and I’m going to taste and watch.  Good mama.  Now it’s after we have texted.  I love you.  I do.  Can we FaceTime this weekend, pretty please????