The Return of Tracey Frankenbowel
byThe photo at the bottom of this post isn’t graphic so much as you’ll probably think ‘holy shit’ when you see it.
The photo at the bottom of this post isn’t graphic so much as you’ll probably think ‘holy shit’ when you see it.
If you asked me if I’m nervous about Tracey’s operation on Tuesday, I’d say I wasn’t. But I think I’d be lying.
It’s not all beer and pretzels in the Devereaux household at the moment.
Tracey met the kids halfway between school and home today.
They were very pleased to have a chance to walk out of the school grounds without supervision and Tracey got a little exercise, which pleased her.
Everybody wins.