Great sheep debate.

My uncle did not believe me that there were brown sheep in the world. I googled. Here is a brown sheep....
He got a sweater made out of Cascade Eco Wool for Christmas from my mom in a brown color, and despite the fact that the label said that it was undyed, he didn't believe that there was such a thing as a brown sheep.... And he was convinced that the sweater was olive green. Now olive green sheep, there are not.... Reminds me of the great "lamb, mutton, ram" debate of 2003. All I can say is don't look a gift sweater in the sheep!

If it is not tempting the fates too much, I will say that I am mostly recovered from my surgery. The only thing really left is icky red incisions. Ick. The scabs are coming off, and it is seriously icky. Have I mentioned Ick? Slowly my energy is coming back, being put to the test this week as it is the first week I have been back for eight hours a day. When have I ever had energy for that, though, surgery or not??

Funny story. I, for some unknown reason, made a gyn appointment for two weeks after my surgery. Not my favorite thing in the world, but survivable. Little did I know the operating room people were going to SHAVE ME after I was knocked out!!!! Not completely, just enough to create a strange hair topiary and get out of the way of the 1/2 inch incision that for some reason just HAD to be that low.... So there I am in the paper gown, and as soon as he walked through the door I said, "You are not allowed to mock me for the strange hair topiary. I had surgery and did NOT know that was going to happen." He laughed and said that he learned long ago never to laugh at anyone's personal gardening, no matter how strange. To which I responded, "I didn't do it, seriously!!" The whole thing just added another fun dimension to the yearly visit....

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