"I'm with Dad at the butt scoping place"
I texted the above to Meego and Wolfgang this morning. They were still in bed when Magnum and I left for Magnum's welcome-to-your-50s! procedure. Boy, I am not looking forward to that.
Actually, he seems none the worse for wear. From my vantage point, as designated driver, I think the worst part for me will be that 24-hours of no solid food. What? That's Bar-BAR-ic! Call me when you figure out another way!
But Magnum was good with it. I would've been/will be a grump and shun social interaction.
Afterwards, the good doctor said he'd removed one polyp about 6 feet "up", and congratulated Magnum for gettin' 'er done. Then he gave us pretty pictures he took along the way to "put on facebook or share at the Thanksgiving table".
Then I go read over at ShadowRun's. She was doing the same designated driver thing! The same I-can't-go-that-long-without-eating thing!
It's always fun, these little coincidences with blogfriends. Cold weather, bicycle mishaps, pet stories, colonoscopies...