Promises, promises...

Now that I'm back on my feet after my gb thingy, it's time for my family members and friends to cash in they're promises. Being that I was incapable of doing a whole lot of stuff and I don't mean outlandish or adventurous stuff, I mean regular mom and Nana stuff, I was reminded by Raquel as teenagers do, that it's time. One day when she wanted to go shopping for some new clothes I reminded her that the more I walk the more pain I felt and in a moment of weakness I told her that when this is all over, "I promise" I will take her shopping and we will have lunch and a girls day of it. Well, point me to the mall (gag) as this little venture is in the works. When my squirrely grandsons call and ask me every now and then if they can spend the night, Nana tells them that my tummy hurts and that "I promise" when I get better they can spend the night and we will bake cookies and build forts. Well guess who called and the date is set. And when my girl friends ask when can we get together and I have to tell them soon "I promise" because I can't eat much (surprise) and what's the use? So, I have fired off an email to them giving them a list of places that I think will be OK and that next Thursday is good. And last but certainly not least, my hubby Eric. After telling him and I know he understands, that simple gestures, gently touches and back rubs don't cut it that "I promise" it will get better and we can resume where we left off. This weekend is gonna be goood! I promise!