Panic, Panic, Panic, Panic, Panic, Panic, Panic, Panic, Panic.

And in case you missed that, PANIC!

Why? Well, Skip's oral surgery is tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. and for anyone who has followed this blog for awhile knows how pleasant the visit to his regular dentist was a few months ago, and I needn't say more. But that's not the truly scary part.

The scary part is convincing him from 7-zero-zero (SkipSpeak for 7:00) til 8:30 that he's not STARVING and that missing breakfast isn't a huge deal (heck, I'm happy if I get to eat breakfast 3x a week!)

Not sure how this'll play out, but so far, he's appeased by the notion that he'll be allowed to have Ginger Ale in the morning!