Patty LIVES. I had to concoct this backstory about how we made Patty sleep during the operation so she wouldn’t feel any pain. Franny likes things like that. Strudel was her usual helpful self: “What if Patty DOESN’T wake up? What if you DON’T fix Patty?” To these questions I always want to reply, “What if I take you outside and dip your head in a bucket of pudding, EH?” I never thought I would be one of those idiots, but I can say without a doubt, that yes, Strudel was given to me to test me. I may yet fail. But this one is just happy to have her Patty back:

While she is at camp today, I am going to permanently sew Patty’s neck bow in place, like she was before. We didn’t have time last night.

I had a job interview yesterday. I feel like it went really well on my end, and I hope they agree. Even if I don’t get this job, I am really excited that the Band-Aid is ripped off, and now I am prepped to be fired out of the interview cannon repeatedly until I score a job, or until internal bleeding sets in.