Dress Rehearsal

After five weeks of planning and extensive training, my escape plan is almost finalized. Earlier today, I set in motion Phase 1: Operation No Zits.  If you'll examine the following photo,  you will see that I am once again zit free -- I need to blend in once I hit the mean streets of Beverly Hills. 

I also started Phase 2: I ripped out my gavage tube.  No more feeding tubes to slow me down. From now on, it's bottle or breast or bust. By the way, don't I look great in my foxes? Dare I say -- even foxy?

And because time waits for no man, I also began Phase 3 today: Dress Rehearsal.  To make sure my accomplices -- Mom and Dad -- do everything they're supposed to without a hitch, they are rooming in with me at the supermax tonight. We are practicing our life on the lam without the guards, who are standing by in case something goes awry. But I am literally and figuratively halfway out the door; we are in the room next to the entrance, all by ourselves. One baby lo-jack is all that stands between me and freedom. 

Tomorrow I have to implement Phases 4 thru 6: a snip, a hearing test, and one last blood test. Then,  (shhhhh, don't jinx it) I hope to make my break on Thursday.  

BTW, I  gained 15 grams yesterday, bringing me up 2410 grams = 5 lbs 5 ounces.