So I update Kevin on my pre-op appointment and casually "inform" him that following my surgery (nothing serious, just girlie stuff) we can expect for menopause to 'move in' with us immediately. I explain that it's possible/probable I could experience transitional  changes in mood and personality. His face priceless, as he declares in a panic: "You can't go wacky on us. You're the one who keeps us afloat. I'm the wack-job, you're the anchor. Don't be messing around with that."

About spewed my gyro salad...not sure when the realization that the puppy and 'the change' are headed his direction at the same time :) Lord help us both...