Ms. G went in for her surgery today. 'Dre flew back east Tuesday nite to be with her. I let 'Dre know we were thinking happy thoughts for the lot of them, and she responded:
"Mom said to tell you she brought her hat for good luck. And she liked thinking about the "strong women dance" or at least I think that is what she said before she fell asleep."
Me: "OH, you're gonna make me cry. Well, she *is* a strong woman. And I'm sure she'll dance her way through this."
"She was making me cry. Said she felt like a warrior."
Excuse my wussy arse whilst I go boo-hoo in the bathroom.