Sock it to me.

So today's the big day.... vaginal excavation to be completed before lunch.

In preparation for the big day, I struggled to pick out the perfect socks for my L.E.E.P. procedure. Apparently there's a whole sub-culture out there that has a different idea about socks than I. That is to say, there's a world of sock fetish, believe it or not. I'm well aware that some individuals find the feet a touch more, umm, sexual than the average bear so I guess it only makes sense to eventually expand one's preoccupation to what covers the object of desire. Knee-highs, thigh-highs, ruffled top, bows, fishnet, angora, cable knit, argyle, animal print, sheer, super loose (I'm not kidding.... some people actually find socks that fall down a turn on.... completely bazaar. Socks that fall down make me want to lay down in the road.), super short, toe socks, the list goes on.

Anyway, after much deliberation, I've decided to go with a little team spirit. Dr. Feeney, after all, is my MVP. Go Colts.

After a wonderful, though chaotic, week in Colorado with my oldest and dearest friend, Julie, I can't seem to muster up the words to recapitulate the trip..... so I'll use photos. I'll omit photos of Maeve's profuse vomiting but there is simply no way to avoid the snot. You'll see what I mean. And for a profoundly more poignant summary of our experience, I urge you to visit Julie's blog where the Paul Simon homage explains it all.... Love you, Goose.

The obligatory establishing shot... real dump, isn't it?

Maeve

Maeve and Gabriel

Maeve and Lil, kissing

Maeve 'riding' Gabriel's bike

The Three Stooges eating dinner

Maeve plowing the fields...

This is how she 'smiles'!

Gabriel taking flight

Maeve loves Julie's hat... she wore it to the store.

My mom and Julie....