♫I wanna be a plastic surgeon♫
♫I wanna operate and get paid♫
♫I wanna be a plastic surgeon♫
♫I don't want no Medicaid!♫

You can sing it, too!  Think "I want to be an Army Ranger" and you'll be right on tune.

♫I wanna be a cardiac surgeon♫
♫Saving lives and cracking chests♫
♫I wanna be a cardiac surgeon♫
♫How I love a bloody mess!♫

My novel is done.  The awards have been announced.

Well, almost.  Announcing the winners:

Best title:  Seva

Best cast:  Skye

Congratulations!  Your prizes will come soon.

Okay, so NOW I have nothing to do.  Sunday I will open presents.   Then I will be busy again.  Right now I am out of squeaky toys.  Yep, stretchy duck finally quacked his last.  Poor stretchy duck.  He's in good company.   In the last 2 weeks I have destroyed 2 ducks, 2 santas, a mouse, a reindeer, a ram, and a lamb.  Little Bit says my motto should be "dismember."  I have no idea what that means but I do like tearing the arms and legs off of toys.  In fact, you might say I'm quite handy at it.  Get it?  Handy...arms...Ha! Ha!  Maybe I should fill my time on the funny pages.

But no.  I have a plan.  I am going to be a surgeon. 

Not just any surgeon, an orthopedic surgeon. I like bones.  I like to dismember things.  Little Bit says I'm probably overqualified. 

 I say, if she's so smart, she can be my nurse.  Then I can say things like, "Nurse!  Hand me that pointy thing!  STAT!"  I do like saying STAT.

Little Bit says I need to look the part.  So I got some gear.  Scrubbing up sounds too much like a bath to me so I think I'll skip that part.  All LB seems to want is to know when her next break is.  I need a new nurse, STAT!