Dad doesn’t have cancer. At least, not in his throat. Happy Happy Joy Joy. It’s a Lipoma, a fatty tumour which is quite common, and nothing to worry about too much. Another visit to the doctor in 2 months, and hopefully an all clear.
And Kris just informed me that Crocs aren’t content with owning my feet 29 out of 31 days. They want the other 2 days too.
Announcing Crocs Ballet slippers, and Mary Janes.
Disco Knitter 