Kevin met the ankle specialist today---surgery on Feb. 11th---they'll put in screws, he'll have a plaster cast. He is the one condemned to hopping on crutches forever again---& all I can think about is how this is going to screw up my life...
am I some kind of a wife or what?
I'm just your average grandma who believes in Bigfoot and ghosts and is fascinated by serial killers....
