and when she awoke, she clapped

(my apologizes in advance to those of you who will not understand this post) 

Surgery went to the zoo for hospital.

no, that’s not right. 

Hospital went to surgery for zoo.

ahem.  let me try that again.

Zoo went to the hospital for surgery.  Don’t fret, it was baby surgery.  No, not surgery on a baby, but minor surgery.  (This was nothing like a hip replacement.)  Not only was the procedure relatively simple, but the surgeon was smoking hot.  If soap operas have taught us anything, it’s that beautiful people are more capable than the rest of us. We therefore knew the outcome would be good before she was even admitted.

During the first surgical consultation, the surgeon was amazed at the injury.  “So,” he began, tentatively, “how did you do this?  Are you a ninja?” 

It was the beginning of a beautiful love affair.

Due to the bumbling ineptness of one less-beautiful nurse there was a scary moment during the surgery.  Terrified that the outcome may not be optimal and that his precious Zoo might not heal perfectly, he shed one tear of fear.  The tear fell directly into the incision, and a part of that surgeon is now one with Zoo. 

The surgeon waited with rapt anticipation for her full recovery and off they went to Vegas to celebrate over strawberry pie.  That, my friends, is really why she’s been gone.  The physical therapy is just a front until they’re ready to share their happy news with the world. 

Now, my kids need playmates, let’s talk about all those little frets yet to come . . .