Picture it. It's January, 2009 and my boss has the whole gang together. Apparently we need to pick our dates for 2009 vacation. Well....me, I book 2010 vacation a year in advance. "What if I flew down and surprised Gini for her birthday?" I was looking forward to visiting with her, sharing some much needed belly laughs and hugs. Little did I know what was in store.

The plan was that I was to walk into the restaurant posing as a flower delivery girl. "She'll never know it's me....." "I've lost 50 lbs and I'll wear makeup and a wig and big sunglasses and lots of temporary tattoos. I'll fit right in with the LA crowd."

So there I was....just walked in, presented her with flowers and didn't she know it was me right off the bat, and the rest is history as she tells it. My vacation was spent going back and forth to the hospital, but it was worth it to see that she made it through sir jury successfully.

Apologies to all PT'ers as I had to keep this to myself.

Gini, it's good to see on line again and I promise I won't breathe a word about the "goings-on" when the morphine kicked in.....

Love and hugs
slick xoxoxo