Woke up this morning to find that an hour and a half ago Sandra was taken to surgery. I've been through it, I know she's going to be fine... but there's that part of me that's freaking the fuck out.
I don't really believe much in prayer, and she believes in it even less.... but I find myself sending up good thoughts.... Trying not to cry.. Holy crap cookies.. it's been and hour and a half.... for fucksake Sandra, do you have to be half a world away?
She'd laugh at me and roll her eyes if she could hear the panic in my brain right now... the bitch.
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