The good news is that operation Christmas surprise was a complete sucess. My brother brought me out to my morhters work and the first thing she did was look at me and greet me with a smile before her mouth dropped and she started screaming “Your Sherrie!” (why yes I am) She then started to cry, but I think it was a good kind of crying. Although it may have been the kind of surprise where they needed to look into life insurance rates because we then went to pick up my father, who looked at me and then refused to speak the entire car ride home. But again it was just the shock. At least I hope it was.