I was sitting in the doctors office one day last week and appropriately remembered a book I have read many times to the grands.
Several weeks previous the doctor had instructed me to stop at the front desk on my way out and book a spot removal.
I booked that little spot removal and the morning of the appointment my beloved offered to drive me.
I am very relaxed about these sorts of things and he knows it and he knows I know it.
I know him good enough to know though he pretended support . . .
he was really hoping to watch.
He drove me to the office and followed me into the spot removal room and mentioned to the doctor that he has always wanted to try his hand at stitching.
I have always considered him to be a jack of all trades but I felt this trade was something he could keep in his bucket list.
He was allowed to hold the spot bottle and screw the lid on tight.
Today I go to get my stitches out.
He has offered to drive me again. . .
he also offered his services to remove them here at home.
I'll take him up on his driving.
I've endured enough snickers about my three blue whiskers.
To be fair. .
I have also been asked very kindly often if they are causing me grief.
So . ..the moral of this story is . . . .
I don't want to go to live in the zoo. . .
so I'll just keep a close eye on my spots to be sure they don't get out of control.
All for now. .