Another go at Rehab

Remember last year when I needed to get away and visit my Crazy Sister? She decided to name her brand-new house "Rehab" so I could tell people that things were getting on top of me and I was off for a quick visit to "Rehab."


Well, Sonny, Smoochy and I have just been for another two days at "Rehab." Unfortunately, this time we had our naughty Puppity Doggity as well as Crazy Sister's dog Dash to keep separated so that Dash didn't lose her life. (My dog is naughty, and I don't like her very much.) So after a few days of worrying about dogs, I feel like I wouldn't mind a quiet little rest in a real rehab facility. Rehab For People Who Don't Like Their Dogs, for example.

ANYWAY.

While I was there, I discovered to my immense dismay that it appears that my belly button is turning into an outie.

I hate that.

I had an outie when I was a young kid, and I hated that too. There was much rejoicing when it decided to become an innie.

There was again much rejoicing when my first two pregnancies did not cause it to become an outie.

And at the best of times, I am a bit "thingy" about my belly button.

I don't CARE that those who have carried babies will all say yours turned into outies but went back in. I just don't think I can handle this.

So Crazy Sister and I decided I'd better put a marble in there and put some strapping tape on top.

It's the only way ... unless you guys have any better ideas?