So, we've reached the time in our lives where, to get a date day with eachother, one of us needs to be having surgery, apparently. Just kidding, but it was funny today, shipping the kids off to school, only to head down to Syracuse so I could have my varicose veins taken care of. All went well. In fact, the procedure was so painless that if it had taken any longer I probably would've fallen asleep. Am sore now, and annoyed by my mammoth girth of dressings and ace bandages, but the day was a good one. I had a date, an almost nap, and took care of a medical need to boot...it doesn't get much better than that...well, when you're almost 40 that is;)