So here I am again. Nothing to eat but Jello and broth as I prep for my Surgery tomorrow. No, not the final stages of the gender reassignment......although my wife tells me I need to get a damn bra for the MOOBs..... " Man boobs" Seems like every 2 to 3 years I'm getting something fixed, that requires a day of fasting/ prepping for surgery. So I've been in a real ripe mood. It gets even better today. It is so bad, my wife told me to go to junk yard, swap meet, or car show- just to get me out of her earshot of my moaning or groaning. I hate frikken jello. I want a big egg, cheese, ham, bacon, homefries and scrapple breakfast. Wife just told me to go out and the garage and screw around with the Volare'.... but it's raining and I don't want to work up an appetite. I've got plenty of political rants, but won't vent them here. Let's just go with I'm non-partisan and don't trust anyone with too much money and not enough gritty dirt trapped in the creases of their hands. So just the price of getting old and my early years catching up to me, I guess. I did tell a few of my coworkers that I was getting the "stuff" cut off and would return to work Tuesday or Wednesday as "Wilma".......... Slant6wilma...... has a nice ring. Might have to reach out to Joey to get re-assigned? Anyway, Jello sucks..... I hate Jello........... I'm going to eat so much good crap come Monday afternoon.... Reuben sandwich, big macs......... Deli pickles...... Until then I am going to become more unraveled.