It's like thunder and lightening
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock, knock on wood
--Lyrics from "Knock on Wood"

This is the song my sister must be singing this morning. So what does the strong, independent (and partially hearing impaired) woman do at 1:00 a.m. when she is awakened by the loudest thunder and the brightest lightening show ever in her life? Yeah, um, she calls her sister and says, "Sorry to call so late, but, um, do you have thunder and lightening at your house too?" I'm knocking on wood that I can still stay with her after surgery next week. I'm such a baby.

Here are excerpts from my favorite conversation in weeks:

Formerly Cranky Plastic Surgeon (FCPS): Ah, there's the new patient (said with playful sarcasm).
Me: You are almost done with me.
FPCS: No, I don't want to be done with you. I enjoy our visits.
Me: Then in the future we could have coffee or something other than to cut me open (said with equally playful sarcasm).

FCPS: I'm not used to seeing you so dressed up.
Me: You aren't used to seeing me dressed. This is the first time I've seen you that I've kept my clothes on.

Um, have I mentioned that the formerly cranky plastic surgeon is a devoted and respectable Seventh Day Adventist? Yeah, they don't drink coffee (well, caffein, but why bother with decaf?) and the whole reference to keeping my clothes on -- ugh! I. am. such. a. dork!

But at least he likes me or finds me memorable. Hopefully this means he will try extra hard to make the "new girls" fabulous. By the way, they arrive in a week!