Early Ain’t My Thang

Sometimes I don’t have a choice. This was one of those days. I had some minor surgery, although, I don’t think it’s minor, because if there is an IV involved, or a needle of any kind, it’s MAJOR!! We had to get up at 4:00 a.m. and haul my tired ass over to Mobile. I brought my camera along, because that’s what I do. Scott almost died when I told him to take a picture of me real quick before they took me back. He was real pleased to have to haul it around while I was gone. I’m posting the picture, but I must warn you, it’s not pretty. Nothing in photoshop could save it. I’ll blame it on the fact that I was up that early, and in the hospital, but truth is, I probably look like this every morning. Sorry, but I gotta keep it real, right?