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Monday, June 22, 2009

A Brainaversary

Long before she was Mrs. Apron, the woman who was to become my wife had her head cut open like a baked potato to correct an arteriovenous malformation (AVM).

I ask you to please join her over at her place to celebrate this most auspicious occasion.

Thank you.


  1. I am nothing if not intrigued...

  2. wow, Mrs. Apron is tough cookie!

  3. My dad went through the same thing a couple of years ago. Still dealing with the after-effects. My hat is off to you and yours.


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